In the hush of the meadow, where daisies bloom wide, The air filled with laughter, the world’s gentle tide; Where crickets sing softly and shadows engage, Nature whispers secrets as we turn the page.

With the sun on my shoulders, I wander and roam, In the heart of the wild, I have found my true home. With every bright color, with every sweet sound, In the tapestry of life, my spirit is found.

• David Jones