The Meadow

In verdant fields, where daisies sway, The meadow sings a symphony; With colors bright, and light at play, A tapestry of harmony.

Each blade of grass, a whisper soft, In gentle gusts, the breezes hum; Where nature’s heart beats high aloft, And every soul doth welcome come.

So wander here, find peace in green, In nature’s vast, embrace your dreams; For in this space, felt yet unseen, The meadow holds our truest themes.

• Helen M B M Maud