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Have you ever, wandered into, a sequestered meadow Surrounded by trees and mountains Where the passerine song birds, sang songs with no words Indian paintbrushes, rose up, like red fountains The orange day lilies, and butterfly weeds Danced, with the light purple asters Bold black eyed susans and multicolored lupines Provided scenes, like paintings, of old masters Did you feel the cool breeze, that tickled the leaves Of the poplars, birches and oaks Put off by the snow caps, as they melt and collapse Then ski down the shadowy slopes Or happen to look, when the clear snow melt brook Rushed by, to the lake of, serenity Did you feel the love, of Mother Nature's hug And the awesomeness of it's, sublimity To put words to a feeling, when the senses are reeling Can be a difficult thing Meadows sleeping with mountains, flowery red fountains With a breeze of tranquility That's how I felt, when ice started to melt Encasing my frozen heart I'll never forget, when our paths first met And you gave, my life, a jump start an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner