On Salisbury Lake, in April's glow,
 The whispers of spring in soft breezes flow.
 Midlothian wakes, from winter's long sleep,
 As willows and oaks near still waters weep.

The sun rises brightly and bold in its light,
 Reflecting on ripples that shimmer so bright.
 The geese take to wing, with their song on the air,
 A ballet of nature, so tender, so fair.

The lily pads stretch, green fingers to sky,
 As the soft April rain begins to pass by.
 The trees hum their chorus, a rustling refrain,
 As the earth comes alive with a delicate rain.

Quiet boats drift on the surface so wide,
 The heart of the lake with the world to confide.
 In the hush of the moment, the world feels at peace,
 On Salisbury Lake, where worries cease.

A symphony born of both water and land,
 Held in the beauty of April’s soft hand.
 Midlothian’s treasure, serene and so true,
 A promise of spring in each drop of dew.