As Sunset Dusks the Sky

There's a place I go in fields nearby Where I like to simply stand and watch the sky. I see the trees in every season That change throughout the year, But I know that if I go away They will still be there. The streams will still flow The leaves will still fall, The sun will dusk the sky each night, The birds still sound their call. For now I'll walk this well loved path, Let twilight gentle my mind, And wonder as I go from this place Of other paths my restless feet may find.