In the Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place Little creatures run around and give chase In the meadow were it is peaceful Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful In the meadow were the sun some how shine Little things of nature will combine In the meadow the wind blows softly Little creatures get bother abruptly In the meadow life goes on with delight Little creatures scurry when it becomes night In the meadow the grass some how gets tall Little that we know it makes sounds that call In the meadow we hear whistles Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals In the meadow the water flows Little things beside the water grows In the meadow we smell moist grass Little we know that nature has sass In the meadow we wonder what will be Little is what we know about the meadow you see