As the Wiccan rede goes,
"As above, so below",
The moon uses the lake as a mirror,
Exuding beauty from top to bottom;
And we, riveted by the sight,
Of her fine winks from the ripples.
By the light of the morning,
Lifting the darkness from the lake,
Reflecting the trees and the hills,
Painting a captivating sight,
We lift our heads and eyes to heaven,
And wonder why it is not clear.
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