The Aging Meadow
Sun again shines on a sleeping meadow,
The day opens up to a waking meadow.
Some animals rise, while others go to sleep,
As life unfolds in the bustling meadow.
Soft breezes blow thru trees and flowers,
In the bright green of the living meadow.
Seasons will change, as things begin to die,
And there will be seen a decaying meadow.
Winter snows will come, and cover the ground,
God’s sun again shines on a sleeping meadow.
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