My Grandfather's Lake

When the sun sets down,
On my late grandfather's lake,
The gift it has to bare,
I sit me down on a rock,
I stare, i stare, i stare.
To strive to see all his glee,
Had I known him there,
On his lake when sand is baked,
The sun goes in to sleep,
With crimson clouds,
And now golden brows,
His love still there to take.