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
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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