the meadow

April 19, 2009
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When resting at a meadow,
In the middle of the spring,
I saw a sea of waving grass
With flowers peeping in between.
Rushing down the center
Was an overflowing stream,
That greeted a mighty wall-
A wall of trees it would seem.
My eyes, when they followed
That great forest wall,
Beheld a glorious sight
As the trees came to halt.
Alarge, glimmering lake,
As large as one can be,
Stretched its peaceful waters
Doing so gleefully!
But oh, by and by,
Just ot give a special touch,
The sun said goodby
(As if it could do such).
And sinking down below
All this wondrous sight,
It shone its last few rays
And day turned into night.





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