The misnomer became apparent
When my eyes lifted from the beach.
They call it Green Lake,
But it sparkles blue to me.
And when the sun becomes bashful
And clouds take reign of sky
I can look into the rivers
And see trout swimming by.
The people here know it
And I’ve come to learn it, too:
Besides the pines and shrubby things,
Green Lake ain’t green, it’s blue.