In tranquil meadows, I repose,
Where every whisper speaks of peace;
The gentle winds, like softest prose,
Invite my worries to release.

The flowers sway, a fragrant song,
Their hues are nature’s palette wide;
In this embrace, I feel I belong,
Amidst the earth, the skies, the tide.

— “Meadow’s Rest”

• Henry Vaughan