I Saw Love In The Meadow

In The meadow Wait ‘til the sun has cooled And taken it’s familiar place In the summer sky, in linen white, Cut below the knee, you float Across the rush-filled meadow, Sandals in either hand, Swinging, kicking out, the broadest smile, Beauty laid bare. Your voice echoes of laughter As the trees gently sway in rhythm With your innocence, The lightest of touches, of tip-toes, Nature springs skyward, Your essence whispered in dreams And other realms. The soft paleness of your skin Turns another shade of pink As Nature blushes at her creation And your beauty is beyond compare. Wide, open green eyes, Seek nothing more, for love Has found a home, Somewhere to call our own. This love is truly love. For I saw it in the meadow.