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The Meadow
December 27, 2015
I hear the birds chirp,
Soft and sweet,
The wind gently blows in my ear,
The flowers bend over,
With the strong moter of wind,
The grass of the meadow,
Tiny and fragile,
So many noises,
I’ve heard all my life,
Louder than a city,
Yet quieter than a mouse,
Listen closely,
Or you might miss it,
Shwew, Chirp, Shwew.
© Madalyn W., Holliston, MA
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I wrote The Meadow when I was laying on my bridge, basking in the sun, and I had to put the words down on paper of how I felt there. Like my own little safe haven.