The Spirit of Crystal Lake

There's a world apart from toil and care

Where the spirit of Crystal begins.

This feeling so hard to define, and rare

has it's essence of beauty within.

It springs from the pines, the lake and the sand,

The sun and the wind in your hair.

This grandeur produced by a heavenly hand,

The spirit of Crystal is there.

In a stormy view as the white-caps race

Or the mirrored calm one beholds;

 In the fisherman's cast or a skier's grace

The spirit of Crystal unfolds

When you've scanned the hills, and in skies above

Trace the path a seagull has flown,

And shared these things with those you love

The spirit of Crystal is known.

©Bethany Jean Raetz

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