Qinghai lake,
Sounds like a great escape,
A lake,
A sea,
With a name,
With meaning.
Qing is blue,
Hai is sea.
How could a lake,
Be called a sea,
How did it come to be?
There were days when there was no internet,
There were no flights,
High-speed trains,
GPS maps,
That let us know every location.
Every river,
Every sea,
Every forest and tree.
People stayed a few miles from birth,
For their entire lives.
When they looked at the lake,
Saw no other shore.
They assumed there was no land,
For miles and miles.
So Qing lake became Qing sea,
Qinghai,
Was shouted high and low.
For every visitor who walked near,
And wanted to know,
What the body of water was,
How far it could go.