ON THE MEADOW

We walk onto this meadow,

The sun shines above us,

Turning the grass a golden color.

I feel your hand,

In mine,

As you lead me onto the meadow.

 

On the meadow,

It’s quiet.

The birds aren’t chirping,

But the tiny blades of grass,

Still dance,

On the meadow.

 

In the meadow,

We sit.

Your arm around my waist.

I lean onto your chest.

You whisper sweet words to me,

In the meadow.

 

                                                                                 

   -Brianne

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