through the woods,
through the weeds,
is a meadow that i see
green and glowing
water flowing
celestial was that breeze
where the fawn had trodden
i have gotten
a feeling of serenity
as time does fly,
away, goodbye
my meadow i must take leave
do not cry
my weeping willow,
as you sleep in
the glowing meadow
i will come back,
soon, you will see
for from my pen
i will think of we
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