Vibrant waters vivid blue,

And trees of amber sway,

Clouds of fluffy violet hue,

A scenic lake-side day,

With stones unturned on water’s edge,

A silver secret clear,

Appointed trees of amber gold,

There’s magic moving here,

A spell cast down the aisle,

Lake-side glory now return,

For is it truly midnight,

Or at noon the waters yearn,

A message for the eye of three,

In skies and lakes of flow,

And down the lakes in Georgia,

Are there rivers more to row.