The joy I have in being alive

The joy I have in being alive,
it is so much that I would strive,
to top a mountain outside my way,
to simply watch the break of day.

Or Maybe run across the sand,
so we can stand there, hand in hand,
just watching birds fly at great height,
until they've glided out of sight.

And I will stand there at the sea,
while the sun sinks, just for me,
the great vast blue turns to deep red,
as joyful thoughts run through my head.

We'll sit there silently as the moon,
comes out again, and none to soon,
listening to some chirping thing,
will lift us, and we'll want to sing.

And so it will end, that great day,
if you're willing we can stay,
the sky above, I see some blue,
this great day, it starts anew.