Enchanted meadow

Dawn drifts softly into sleepy eyes a serenade of light from the skies Awaking at last and sensing fun is meadow, as flowers lift their heads It must be time to welcome the sun celebrating, they dance in their beds Grass begins to weave in gentle breeze skirts for all flower stalks that are bare loudly yawning are the lazy trees to let the meadow know they are there Here come unicorns with the princess who wears a dress of marbled green lawn though but a frog, we don't love her less Faeries dance for her just before dawn We are dwellers in a magical land Though often enchantment just doesn't show but the unknown we can clasp in our hand When dawn drifts into enchanted meadow 5