Mirrors

When twilight comes a-creeping Across the quiet bay The water turns to mirrors In which deep shadows play.

The trees are all turned upside down Along the water's edge; Inverted ferns and bushes Are hanging from the ledge.

The colored rocks build highways With grand and sloping sides, And o'er a sea of fleecy clouds The boat serenely glides. It is a grand sensation To sail this magic sea; For all the time you’re looking down You're looking up, by gee!