Meadows

Pure green, the land of skies gazed
Blue speaks clouds, Black speaks stars
One cannot be fazed
For it burns that feeling
The Blossom's Smelt and pure
The land of skies gazed offers much more
Tis a field of love
It grows as love and burns as well
With feeling of awe
The flowers decide fate in a simple pluck or two
Were day and dawn are the masters of time
There's simply no flaw
God couldn't create a better land
Lands of clay or land of sand
Illusions in the land of skies gazed!
Here the sky cries only to one pure
Its were people wish to go
Before they reach the great second floor
It's the closest thing to heaven
That's for sure
For where else would you want to gaze?
If here you get much more
To see the clouds of your fate
Or clouds to relieve hate
Or simply see your memories inscribed in the skies gazed
The Meadows