The deep hue of the lake became the poetic song of the light that played upon its wind-dancing ruffles.
Those snow-topped peaks extended their arms of rock beneath the lake, supporting in that way that silences all clocks.
The lake in reflective blues and greens, the willing canvas of mountain and sky, brought its own artistic watercolour effect to the daytime.
The lake with a calmness from its core to the ripples that danced, reflected the blue sky as the most sincere of smiles.
The lake met the sun with such grace that day, as if the two of them were so enchanted by this eternal dance that they barely noticed the mountains.
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