By the Lake

When I am by the lake, the white sheet in my blue bag jumps down to the shore and quickly capture the best spot for me. When I am lying down on the white sheet, my small world is totally engulfed by the lake’s magic. When I peep from my purple shawl, I can see the blue water swimming towards the shore. When I breathe, I can smell the mixed -water fresh air gently glides into my chest. When I close my eyes, I can feel the warmth in my back casted by Apollo. When I am speechless, I can hear the bird busy chirping that they are too falling in love with this place. When I am by the lake, my heart, my soul, and my imagination become elusive and I temporarily escape from the complicated world.