Lets meet at the tree down by the lake
Where the reflections are superior
Many passed this place – very few recognized
The beauty of this spot

Best time to be there is when the sun is about to set
A cold breeze from the water
Cools down the heat of the day
Welcomes the night with all her despair

Best time to be there is when the night is at height
When the pale moon is reflected
In the black and smelly surface
Tricking the fools to believe it is solid ground

Best time to be there is when the sun is about to rise
When the tree stands as a statue
In front of the appearing marshes
While vague blue endlessness reveals behind the lake

Best time to be there is when the sun is at height
When the gleaming sunbeams
Are reflected by a light breeze of wind
Turning the lake into millions of diamonds

Lets meet at the tree down by the lake
With those who treasure the marshes
With those who value the void
With those fascinated by the beyond