THE MEADOWS

She gazed at the meadows,The flaps of her sky blue scarfswaying in the breeze,Her flushed cheeksExhilarated with joy,Watching the lambs scurrying by,And the clouds ahead in white puffs,Chasing one another,The dappled sunlightStreaming over ripe fruitsIn the orchard,Tinkling with silver and golden bells,As she twirled in the air,The beauty of natureFilling her with love and gratitude,Looking...