Meadow
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Cheery as this beautiful bird of nature,Which can easily find its food.Cheerful as the bird of paradise,Which gives hope to the destitute.
she left me in a meadow
and as i could not stand the silence
i ran
past the ancient groves
the secret place of lovers past
but as i was not welcome there
i ran more quickly past
Woods, leading no where.
Beauty in the field, destroyed by weeds.
Circles and circles, round and around.
I keep tracking through these woods.
Feeling lost inside my soul.
Where am I?
Strong as an Oak,
Tall as a Pine,
As beautiful as the Willow,
But single spark,
Or lightning's arc,
Can burn up all the Meadow.
In this meadow of Indians,
comes a howl from pale winds,
one that whispers to the trees,
who slump deformed,
longing to sway in patches
of thin pokes of wild flowers,
with nervous dragonflies,
Golden days are full of bloom
But inside petals is dark
of gloom.
Beneath waxy leaves
are hidden shadow
The lush meadow grass,
A bright sunny day.
Palm clasped in yours
Through the fields we'll play.
We can sing and talk,
I'll ask you how you are.
Could I but soar unbounded
As does the great Eagle Bald
And reach immeasurable heights
And No one has called
And tease all Day with my offspring
And feast as I may
