A Meadow’s Silent Song

Red dawn spreads above the range of hillocks. A soft breeze scatters the dandelion seeds around. A soft zephyr, clean and furry, flows like a hymn, I feel elated, happy to be far from the city’s dust. The meadow hums, a mild cacophony of sounds. Bees hover over wild flowers that grow profusely Beneath the two rows of rough stone walls. As the sun rays rise up, and petals glow in such a grace. Larks fly copiously here and there, sometimes resting On a dark mulberry tree, so full of black berries A delight for the birds that love the sweet fruit. A delight for me since I too love the sweet mulberries. So I sit down on a smooth stone, back to the wall. I close my eyes just happy to hear nature’s song No other being will disturb my profound meditation. All around the meadow, silence reigns in peace.