Nature

I want to look across a crystal lake Up to a never ending blue sky As the mountains turn to crimson And the sun sets in the western lie I want to breathe the air in deeply As the wind blows off the sea And hear the waves as they break on the grey rocks Where the gulls soar and dive so free I want to feel the cold crisp air before it rains As the clouds blow in and boil Knowing the land is renewing While the rain wets the dry crusty soil.