Enchanted Meadows
I love walking in dawn's emerging light,
when meadows are bathed in golden shimmers;
and the birds chirp a song of sweet delight,
with reflected hues of dancing glimmers.
The colored wildflowers wet with dew sway;
there is a promise of a perfect day !
I find an old tree with fluttering leaves,
and lay down beneath it's protecting limbs;
where delicate ivy here and there weaves,
and I think of fanciful dreamy whims.
Oh, time to explore another meadow;
for another whimsical lovely show !
Oh, must I leave this enchanted green place;
where every sweet scene is an embrace !
|