The mournful train whistle so near,
like contrails in the sky mark time,
remind me of why I am here.
The clock and the calendar chime,
as they count each breath I will take,
I drift through the years of my prime.
So I come to sit by the lake,
in the cool late afternoon shade,
and bathe my senses in its wake.
Golden silence as the sun fades,
soft hollow whisper of the trees,
sinful glow on dancing leaf blades.
Feel the pulse of the wind tease
dark water into dappled light,
hurried along by an unseen breeze.
See the setting sun through eyes shut tight,
whisper to your soul with style,
hear the song birds sing with delight.
So I say, come sit for awhile!
No thoughts to intrude,
No task left unfinished,
No guilt to assume,
No regrets to conceal,
No words to cause pain.
When the geese call,
leave with a smile.
So I say, come sit for awhile.