In a meadow painted with sunlight,
where the wildflowers sway,
a tapestry woven in gold and hue,
each petal a promise,
each stem a hope.
Butterflies flit on gentle wings
as the breeze carries laughter,
a symphony of life rising
in the warmth of the day.
A place to lay your burdens down,
a sanctuary for the soul,
the soft ground yielding secrets
of the earth, whispering tales
of growth, of flourishing
in harmony with the sun.

• Lanford Wilson