A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew, a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you. Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight, where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light. Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight; life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries. White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white; burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights. The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew; a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you. The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there, no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare. The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing, yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside. The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew, a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.