Meadow Poem
I lay in a meadow, I feel that I must
Take in the summer’s sweet-winded gust.
For the sun is warm, inviting, and kind.
Surely there is no better way to unwind,
Then to count clouds and touch tall grass.
The day, bright as light, and as clear as glass
has given me the greatest gift one can gift -
Sleep. My heavy eyes close oh so swift.
Dreams of fiddleheads and alfalfas as I drift
into slumber not disturbed by sudden rifts.