Gilded in magenta is a clear sky
Spellbound lies her lonely heart
Just as the sun says goodbye
She slows in awe of nature's art
An evening breeze blows along
Stirring leaves beneath her feet
When the lark begins her song
She feels the rhythm complete
As dust in the air settles down
Where sylvan trail meets its end
Return journey makes her frown
When nightfall begins to descend
Memories of this vista shall stay
Until she discovers again this day
