The Meadow

Come sit with me a little while now the meadow’s lush and green.

Where blazing colours splash the paths where summer’s brush has been.

Fluffy, yellow Bedstraw, will make a mattress sweet and dry.

Pink Betony and Knapweed around which butterflies will fly.

Clover, Ox-eye Daisy and Orchids pink and white,

their pom poms and their spotted leaves, an afternoon’s delight!

Collect the blossoms going spare and gently tie them in your hair.

Come sit with me a little while now the golden autumn’s here

and the meadow’s haze is languid, catching leaves just falling there.

There’s peace and there is quiet as they fall upon the ground,

the meadow’s rare, rich carpet, colour’s gleam, but not a sound.

How quietly they tumble, their job now nearly done,

leaving tall and naked trees now, in the meadow, in the sun.

Collect the leaves; so crisp and dry before, like summer, they must fly.

Come sit with me a little while now spring has spread her pastel dyes

and roused the meadow from her sleep, fresh and fair, from winter’s guise.

Daffodils, anemones and bluebells, nod their heads in bold profusion.

The wildlife and the habitats will soon wake from their seclusion.

Sending echoes down the veins of life, which were temporarily suspended,

they burst now into joyous spring knowing winter’s reign has ended.

Collect the laughter, bring your smile and come and sit with me a while!