The surface of the lake is crystal clear
The fertile field is vacant
The whispering wood has no one there
The summit of the cliff is barren
The caves below are deathly still
The canyon floor is silent
The wheel is at rest beside the mill
The river is no longer violent
Tranquility fills the world around
And nothing stirs to wake it
Not even the birds or leaves make sound
And I don’t think I can take it
Lulled into a lurid haze
Need to rouse my lazy brain
