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| The Meadow In the meadow of the valley, Where the wild flowers roam free. There are multitudes of colors And their backdrop forest greens. There I sit and watch reflections Of the clouds above the lake. And the creatures drinking from it, A deer, a swan, a snake. To accentuate this beauty, Are the mountains far away. That rise above the woodlands, "Look up" they seem to say. On top of one great mountain, I see the meadow that's below. It looks even now more lovely, Than when I was below. So when you're in a valley, Looking up you'll want to climb. But you'll see that the new vision Is no more lovely than what's behind. Won't you join me in my meadow? Lets delight in it's cooling breeze. And frolic in the sunshine, May our love grow by degrees. © Robert Edgar Burns,2004 Florida |
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