The Lake of Still Water

it is a place where butterflies whisper,
and trees chatter,
no phenomenon of bullet pulse,
nor any of grieving heart,
and none of burning soul,
it is a statement of static,
none better than the Lake of Still Water,
but what lies beneath the quilt of such beauty,
is there warmth?
sheer iciness?
or just static current?
what could it be beneath the quilt?
could it be pierce by a ray of light?
to uncover the quilt of the Lake of Still Water...