Friday, 13 June 2014

The Meadow

The sun shines down
Gently caressing grass of green
Giving life to all it touches
And all that lies underneath
The soft wind blows
Leaving ripples in its wake
Carrying seeds on great journeys
To places far distant
Where they may grow and bring life
Touched still by the gentle rays

No clouds in this sky
A perfect blue
Shining and smiling down
Yet clouds there shall be
To bring the water of life
Helping all to grow

Through the air
With carefree abandon
The butterfly soars
In her mind all is at peace
Contentment fills her being
Beauty is created by her very presence
Fleeting in time
But always remembered
Where the sun shines

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