A Weekend in Windermere
In a bright red kayak,
bouncing upon the gentle waves of Windermere,
flowing in a rhythm of two to two.
On a thin wooden branch,
swinging over the shore of Windermere,
dancing in a rhythm of two to two.
Up on my sturdy feet,
climbing over the hills at Windermere,
descending in a rhythm of two to two.
On the narrow roads,
driving amidst hues of green of Windermere,
winding down in a rhythm of two to two.
As I rested my cheek against the car window,
in awe of the clear waxing moon,
The waves, the breeze, the hills embraced me softly,
submerging me into their enchanting tune.
Two to Two, Two to Two.
And, I became One.
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