I have walked in fields of clover
And shared my time with the trees.
Listened to the sounds of nature,
Felt the touch from gentle breeze.

I’ve looked down on rolling meadows
From a hilltop high above.
Reminisced of my youthful days
That I keep fond memories of.

I have watched the sun disappear
Behind distant mountain range.
I have watched dark storm clouds gather;
Sensed inevitable change.

If all I ever had was lost
And my maker I would face,
I would give thanks for the journey,
For the chance to run the race.