The Silent Consummation

The water is placid in the icy lake. There is a thin veil of mist over the water. The trees are all bare but they put up an imposing sight which the water cannot help but reflect it back. The banks of the lake are muddy and the occasional disturbance in the water by one of its creatures makes the stillness of the lake more pronounced. The silence is profound but by no means eerie. The rays of the sun penetrate through the mist to reach the water. It's this meeting and consummating of the water and the sun that has created the entire spectacle that beholds beauty which the trees claim to be theirs. Yet the water and the sun stand unfazed, in love with each other, not caring what anyone thinks of them, with the silence around as the only testimony to their hallowed conjugation.