Walking Through the Meadow

Walking through a meadow Shining with the mornings teardrops Near the babbling brook Spotting a buck Its beautiful brown coat Leaping gracefully over a fence Seeing an albino squirrel White as snow Coming back down Finding a groundhog hole Filled of soft and fuzzy babies Playing with each other Squeaking like baby birds It is getting dark The song birds Singing their final songs A coyote howls off in the distance A bears snore Echoes through a cave Like a giants breath The moonlight settles All is quiet As the meadow falls asleep Now the only sound I here Is my own heartbeat.