  Oh quiet lake, I sit at your edge &nbsp; as a disciple &nbsp; at the feet &nbsp; of his master. I ask that you reveal to me &nbsp; the knowledge, &nbsp; the wisdom, &nbsp; the secrets &nbsp; of your years. Your peaceful waters, &nbsp; spread out before me, &nbsp; show the calm patience &nbsp; man has yet to learn.
And what do I offer &nbsp; in payment? I cannot assure you &nbsp; of uncluttered waters, &nbsp; nor of an existence &nbsp; in the future, &nbsp; and not &nbsp; of the ageless forest &nbsp; to embrace you &nbsp; in its loving charms. Alas, I see naught &nbsp; that I might offer you. And so you see, &nbsp; man indeed &nbsp; needs to be taught &nbsp; by his betters. 
