Meadow

I became a deer in a new meadow, running from death and finally resting. I lay down among the grasses and closed my eyes, weary in spirit. The skies opened and darkness fell but I was safe in the meadow. My heart slept as I recovered and rain began to fade away. The sun shone and I awoke, a fresh heart beating within. New peace reigned as I stood and left the meadow of safety. The world was dark but light shone from within the revived, lively deer.