The dip.

Willed and weaved a garden so wild,
Milled and mislead the ardent child.
Lanes now murky but started so mild.
The air is earthy prompting fiends to smile.

Hopeful and hypnotic are the heavens,
Vocal harmonics of breeze that beackon.
But day, it wanes and sheds that essence;
Through sway it gains a different presence..

Lovely and languid a lake so level,
Sullied the sanguine disturbed by pebble.
Depths untouched until in steps the rebel,
And breadth disrupts divulging the devils.