In such a day, in September or October, Walden is a perfect forest mirror, set round with stones as precious to my eye as if fewer or rarer. Nothing so fair, so pure, and at the same time so large, as a lake, perchance, lies on the surface of the earth. Sky water. It needs no fence. Nations come and go without defiling it. It is a mirror which no stone can crack, whose quicksilver will never wear off, whose gilding Nature continually repairs; no storms, no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh;Ma mirror in which all impurity presented to it sinks, swept and dusted by the sun's hazy brush,--this the light-dust cloth,--which retains no breath that is breathed on it, but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still.
looking out in to the abyss of serenity and knowledge
The reflections bring the surreal back to reality
The sharp out-bursts of colors bounce from tree to tree
You can't just visit walden, you have to live and embrace it
You need to take in the scenery and simplicity
The mallard takes off to find his own necessities
Where will it end up?
Fate and fate only can determine that
Joining together as a family on the banks of beauty
We laugh as a brotherhood and cry as a team
Walden is a place only simple people will like
There is no technology, just memories
Walden is quiet with all of its beauty
Leaves fall down the slide of soft sand
Its like fire submerged in water
Pebbles break the mirror shattering its balance
The trees shelter us with their blankets of shade
Walden can't be viewed, it has to be embraced.