Morning In The Meadow

I
Stumbled into the meadow
The silence broken only by a bird
Then
Wind rushed in through the trees
Soul
Released and proud
The Gloaming Forest breathes a gentle sigh
A tender whisper in my ear
While the Sun
Dances with the shadows
The air comes alive
While dew-drenched serenity
Gives way to bronze and amber hues
Shimmering to a misty golden light
All the while
The air is filled with joyous birdsong
It is morning in the Meadow
And I gaze in sacred wonder

 

(Written 3/10/1979 while in high sc

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