Meadow

Beautiful meadow emotions of awe can provoke In the air there is delightful smell of hickory smoke So enchanting are flowers it’s as its soul spring would uncloak In the center of the meadow stands ancient oak Through the boughs of the oak murmurs spring wind On the oak sitting bird seems to have grinned Ballad he sings is too angelic for the kind of music style to be pinned But it is by no means undisciplined The magnified cells of the oak are essence of life They are here and everywhere else cause of all life Around the meadow there are all kinds of wildlife That is awaking from the winter strife The planetary alignment in the sky unveils distant bliss The theory formed by that alignment will give cell nirvana a kiss The oak spreads its boughs creating new life by knowledge hidden in this kiss That will answer from higher beings’ point of view this; What ballad does bird reminisce What divine secret of the meadow is? And what most fundamental meaning of existence of life is Fundamental not from point of view of continuity but abyss