Streamlined hands spear the lake, cascading a rhythm repeated Smooth undulation descends with each stroke I take A perpetual movement where my weight is defeated Streamlined hands spear the lake Effortless, graceful, no splash do I make White noise sees my stresses retreated Leaving my worries back there in my wake A mile, maybe two, body and mind, meditation completed Wonderfully tired, beginning to flake The waters do witness a tension deleted. Streamlined hands spear the lake.