The Singing Meadow

The winds carry me
through golden horizons,
those open from impending sands.

Cicadas fill the air
in uttering spells,
inviting butterflies,
welcoming the sun.

Amidst the flowering glades,
birds become a matter
of elegance and dance;
emotions rich as roots
bring forth all around.

In the depths so deep,
I find solace within —
a meadow singing bright,
a chorus of the stars.

• Gabriela Mistral