Bruce Lake 
Walk the dirt trails of snakes and snails,
Hike through the Egyptian meadow,
Cross the stream and enter a dream,
of clear skies and open water,
The fresh cut grass pricks my back,
As i gaze into my pink eyelids,
The sound of still water and the restless trees,
Puts my mind at ease
As i ponder my thoughts,
of life and death,
I come to realize,
This is my physical paradise.

Bruce Lake 

Walk the dirt trails of snakes and snails,

Hike through the Egyptian meadow,

Cross the stream and enter a dream,

of clear skies and open water,

The fresh cut grass pricks my back,

As i gaze into my pink eyelids,

The sound of still water and the restless trees,

Puts my mind at ease

As i ponder my thoughts,

of life and death,

I come to realize,

This is my physical paradise.