In the Meadow
In the meadow where daisies boast, Amongst the blooms of summer’s grace; I feel the sky, and the earth the most, While time unfolds in a sweet embrace.
With each whispered breeze, dreams arise, In simple glades where the quiet dwells; With laughter bright like bluebird cries, While nature’s harmony ever swells.
The rolling hills stretch far and wide, While shadows dance with the setting sun; In the meadow where the world confides, A song eternal is softly spun.
- Wilfrid Wilson Gibson