The setting sun is beginning to fade

Birds are singing their evening song

A myriad of blooms with heads all bowed

No more hustle of our wildlife throng

In the distance a skylark is singing

A speck high in the evening sky

It's silhouette against a scarlet dusk

As the day waves a last goodbye

Sitting here alone with my thoughts

I marvel at the joys that nature brings

And as that lark bids the day farewell

Inside it's my heart that sings

Fortunate am I to have such pleasures

And I am blessed within this role I serve

An observer of nature and its glories

Tomorrow's the future I hold in reserve