She heard the smooth flow of water,
Like silk running down rocky steps.
Cutting her way through,
She found the lake in all it's glory.

She sat on the bank, pulling out the letter,
Her leg still throbbed but felt oddly better,
She opened the envelope quietly,
Pulling out the white sheet, peering at it strangely,

Like she knew it's secrets already.
Before unfolding it, she raised her head,
Blissfully aware of her surroundings.
She knew it was population-dead.

The leaves of trees had tiny dew drops,
The rapids were not so rapid after all,
The view was so breath-taking it would make one stop,
She smiled a smile that was irritatingly small.

She squeezed her eyes shut and opened again,
Looked down at the paper and unfolded it,
Rummaged through her bag, took out a pen,
Turned in a position so the paper was lit.

Carefully she read each line.
Each word, each syllable
Each smooth ink line
And went on like this for a while.

Her lips from down, began to turn up,
The sunlight hit her and her eyes sparkled,
Finally her smile would be genuine,
She was finally happy.

Author's note: I don't know what the hell I was thinking