The Meadows
THE MEADOWS
A soft gentle breeze flows through the quite meadows
as the birds and butterflies joyfully sing and dance,
The perfect scene for you and I
The perfect scene for romance.
With all of our troubles set aside
with no worries on our minds,
The meadows seem to have adopted us
we have become as one of their kind.
So much peace, so much freedom
so much joy
We both entered these meadows as adults
But have now become a little girl and a boy.
"Sing" she says to me,
"for the birds shall sing with you"
"dance" I say to her,
"and the butterflies will too."
Copyright © Edward Hill | Year Posted 2010
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