Cypress trees thrive in the Black Waters of home br As I paddle along these waters I often roam br Amazed at her beauty and all her many wonders br The sounds of a distant egret cry echo’s like thunder br br Sunlight broken like shafts of gold thru the trees br Moss slow dancing in the warm southern breeze br Listening to the sounds as the bayou begins to wake br Mist swirls on the water like icing on a cake br br The top water breaks as a bass begins his morning br A low deep croak as a frog belts out a warning br Turtles gather in a line on a fallen cypress tree br Just listen and look there’s so much to see br br Lilly pads grow thick like carpet on the waters edge br A snake gently glides along them exploring every ledge br As a gator lies motionless revealing only his eyes and his snout br As Dragon flies gracefully dance and hover about br br As the sun climbs higher and the mist fades away br All too soon will come the inevitable heat of the day br As you reluctantly end your early morning trip br You slip along slowly captivated by the Black Waters gripbr br Poison 9901br br