The Lake

I don't usually write poems, but one day, I saw something that made me feel the need to acknowledge it some way or the other. So here it goes..a descriptive poem (or something like a poem!) :)

The lake was like molten gold
As it reflected the scorching sun 
On its surface.
Like an oasis in the desert,
The lake was an island
In the concrete jungle.

Out of place,
The trees made a ring, 
Enclosing and separating the lake,
From prying eyes.
Like old bearded men,
They brooded gloomily,
Over the plain sheet of mirror
Lapping at their feet.

Amidst this,
Stood a lone cylindrical pillar 
A pillar of concrete and steel
Reaching out to the sky.
Restricted by the ruins.
The creepers creeped over it
And seeped into its cracks
And engulfed it whole.

An inconceivable 
An inconsequential 
Victory of Nature
Over the seemingly invincible.
Like an oasis in the desert,
The lake was an island
In the concrete jungle.