Reflections From A Pool

I looked out over my territory,
And reckoned to my inner conscience,
That the pretty trees that shake their leaves
On out into the lake,
may float away,
But on reflection,
As I stand, looking back on myself.

Ilookedoutovermyterritory
andreckonedtomyinnerconscience
thattheprettytreescanstaketheirleave
ofmeintothelake
andturnonme
onreflection
asistandlookingbackanddrowning.