A meadow strewn with flowers bright, In colors wild and free, A canvas where the sun takes flight, In joyful revelry.
The butterflies, they flit and play, In sunny frolics, bold, And nature’s artists, day by day, Bring beauty to behold.
- T S Eliot
A meadow strewn with flowers bright, In colors wild and free, A canvas where the sun takes flight, In joyful revelry.
The butterflies, they flit and play, In sunny frolics, bold, And nature’s artists, day by day, Bring beauty to behold.