Way up there, saddled in the breeze,
nestled where most will never see,
lies a lake, a christening pool,
a gift from Heaven, seems to me.
To protect it, we leave it be,
but I confess, a part believes,
that one little dip in this jewel
could turn an old soul new,
and set a new one free.
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Poetry Corner
“Way Up There” is part of a growing collection of poems—you can find others like it and more, here.