The Queen of the lake


Drip drop, drip drop. Water splishing sploshing plishing ploshing.
All day long.

The still lake stared, thinking deeply. Every day or so, people would come and throw some rocks into the lake.

But deep down was the queen of the lake. She rested on her bed. She was every where, she was water.

Drip drop, drip drop...
All day long.