When the sun sets like an orange glass

The geese have changed their route ,no longer pass
When the sun sets  like an orange glass
Further East they fly  as one great shape
Descending  like a god in graceful hope

I miss their passing overhead each day
Wish I could fly with them in other realms
Their beauty made me gasp  in silent prayer
By the  little lake  in sunlit air

Now I never go where they  descend
Woods once filled with blue birds and their sound
In my eye I see the entire  view
Hand in hand with love and all things new

Scenes of beauty, lakes seen through tall trees
Rydal Water,Red Bank, my mind  eased