The sunshine gleams across the pond.
The trees dance in the wind.
You can see a golden color of wheat like the ring of the sun.
From a distance you can see the horizon meeting the sea.
The meadow is light and makes me feel complete.

My fingertips touch the tips of the tall yellow grass,
The feeling of adventure rushes through my veins.
The patchy touch of the bark on the massive oak tree
Sits on top of a hill in the center of the meadow.
The meadow is like a key to an unlocked door.

As I start to close my eyes,
I hear birds chirping echoing through the trees.
Frogs in and out of the pond,
leaving behind the noise of splashing water.
As the wind whistles through the sky, the meadow is where it all begins.

Published By: Ariana N.B.