the meadow - by me :))
i am but a lonely skeleton in a beautiful meadow
where the birds still sing to me
and the morning dew
still soaks my back.
where the flowers bloom
above my grave;
and the twisting vines protect me
from all harm.
where the rustle of leaves
whisper to me, aid my slumber;
and the long, uncut blades of grass
knit me a blanket.
where the cloudless blue sky
calms my mind, i am at ease;
and the soft, earthy soil
lets me rest my head.
this is the meadow that
i call home
and will for all eternity.
YOU ARE READING
a random anthology.
Contoa collection of short stories of all genres and poems- some are written by me and others are not. this is a random selection. enjoy :))
