Nature Poem by Paul Warren

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.