As Kala rises from restful slumber,
     A new day dawns over wooded Enchantica;
     The Lake of Visions waits patiently for morning's warm rays
     Catching her soft windswept shores
     Lighting the liquid serenity with the glow of heavens
     Breathing life into the sea of angels
     Beneath the surface lies a sweet riped fruit unseen *
     Flesh of immortal spirit, seeded with grains of wisdom.
     Reflections shimmer the knowledge of ages past
     When dragons soared the sky and man knew nothing of God;
     A pleasant peace prevails, presence of divinity pulses purely
     Silence radiates its quiet hush, for those around afraid to sound.
     The city ashore yet to wake, for Nala holds them well.
     Her beauty cascades across the lands 
     Like a perfect painted picture
     But one no artist could ever capture on canvas

     The scene lasts only a moment,
     While the sun lies low on the horizon.
     Lured by Kala up into the blue
     Shining brightly to wake the land, defeating her sister yet again
     And the Lake of Visions wakes up too.
     The waning crescendo of morning fades into day;
     A short lived morning glory**
     Flower destined to bloom again for eternity.

     *Line adapted from Kim Gogola
     *Line adapted from Justin Tackney

     -Gates
     Master Druid of the Lakelands