The Lake District

We got lost in the mountains, in the hills and
the pubs, as the wind below through the trees,
swans waddled past, looking for some thing to
grab from us, we woke up to the crispy mornings ,
gave ourselves to the simplicity of walking , talking
and eating, found the silly child within our selves ,
in the Lake District , the wind pushes past us, carrying
a breeze,that’s when you hear the whispering voices
of other people going on a hike, climbing the mountain
same as us, we are not lost, we found the silly side of our
selves again , I noticed in the distance a crowd of daffodils
by the lake , under the tree, dancing in melody with music
provided by the gentle wind, while snoozing under the
trees at night, I watched the stars twinkled on the Milky
Way , they stretched at an never ending line, as I looked
up at the black sheet of the night , I could see ten thousand
stars lighting the sky and tossing their hats high in to the
sky, that’s is one of the secret that makes the Lake District
so beautiful for the tourist to want to come