Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the misty mornings’ dew, a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you. So green and warm, and full of life, the forest skirt and the maids’ delight. There rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells;A gauze filled dream in morning light. So gold and bright, and full of life, the forests skirt and Knights delight; The Dame and doe do lie, ‘pon hillocks high, where lovers sleep with passion's cry. So white and fair, yet full of life, the forests’ skirt of pearly white; Where burrowers sleep in bowers deep, and hearths light on winter nights. The meadow's breath a gift to all, the misty morning’s dew; A silent sigh, a heartfelt call, aA prayer to me and you. Now, no green bloom, no home for them, the builders-men once more; to take the glen and make man's homes, no deer will roam fourscore. A meadow’s a home to many things, to bold butterflies and birds on wing, Yet, few can dwell where men reside if forest's skirt, gives way to tide. The meadow's breadth a gift to all, from sea to shining sea America, a heartfelt call, a prayer to you and me.