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.