Childhood in the meadow

As a child, in a sun-bathed meadow I once stood.
All around me, wild plants waved their heads;
Fluffy burs swayed in the wind, to the rhythm
Of my fifth summer.

A warm dinner awaited me back home
As my grandmother was busy with her kerosene stove.
Larks would roll over guffawing with joy,
Swimming in deep azure
Of the infinite blue.

Lady birds would crawl in the hollow of my hand,
Making attempts to take off and set themselves free.
Grasshoppers jumped around bulging their eyes at me, the invader.
Time crawled by at a snail's pace.
Everything breathed of well-being and harmony-
It was childhood at its best.