Where the Lake Hushes

Down where the lake hushes,
Through the reeds and rushes,
The breeze it gently touches,
The waters clear and luscious,
The sun glows and blushes.
On the bank the water sloshes,
In the shadow of trees and bushes.
There’s a song of three wild thrushes,
From the leaves that rustles.
And coins lie under flushes,
From people making wishes.
Where the lake hushes.

– Just trying out a different style of rhyming.