Song In The Meadow

  I followed a song and it led me to a meadow.

Where bright flowers lazily danced in the breeze.

The sun glinting of gold, highlighted your hair,

As colorful butterflies fluttered all about.

Song birds joined in the sweet melody,

Which was sang with a voice so pure.

Each sound flowing forth in perfect pitch,

Mesmerizing every creature within its reach.

No greater beauty than that moment in time,

Have I in life ever before beheld.

Just a glimpse would carry a man forever,

Through all dark and cloudy day which lie ahead.

I approach, wishing to join in the moment.

To bask in the warmth of your song.

Hearing, you were frightened and ran away,

  Breaking the magic of the song in the Meadow.

© Randall J. Beers

November 19th 1999