My meadow

by broadwaybabiie   Apr 3, 2006


The running of a small creek,
And birds signing sweetly in the trees
Put me at ease.
A bright white light engulfs my path.
The sweet mixture of wild flowers and crisp air
Surround me.
This is my meadow.

Walking through the tall grass,
The fresh breeze whisks me away.
Running my hand through the cool water
And watching the ripples fade away.
This is my meadow.

My life goes on,
Day by day.
Living, learning, loving.
My memories are at peace here,
Recollecting the sorrows and joys,
Reminiscing in the past,
Hoping for the future.
This is my meadow.

The world is now a mystery movie
Put on pause.
Although it does not exist,
My meadow is for me.

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