I wish to be a meadow, free and pure, untamed and wild, life's fervent overture.
To sway and bend with zephyrs' gentle sigh, unfurling petals vibrant 'neath open sky.
No fences bound, no concrete paths to track, just emerald seas where nature's artists' abstract.
To feel the misting rains caress each blade, drinking deeply from the heavens' cascade.
A sanctuary 'midst the rush of modern din, offering solace to the world weary, set their sin. To be a haven where the soul can roam, finding harmonic peace, a sempiternal home.
No clock would rule my rhythms ebb and flow, nature's compositions the only score I'd know. Each dawn, each dusk, a newborn symphony,
performed by rustling blossoms, songbirds' revelry.
To bask in solstice splendor, warm sun's embrace, then welcome the stark poetry of winter's lace.
Through every cycle, every season's shift, to remain tranquil, a timeless verdant gift. Undulating waves, my grasses flow and rise, an ocean of emerald swirling 'neath boundless skies.
Unfettered, undefined, ever-changing yet serene I wish to be a meadow of eternal spring.
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