Green Meadows... Poem by Naila Rais

Deep hot meadows, the wind passing by,
When the silence is broken in the secret of charm,
Merrily singing, she stood alarm,
Beyond the horizon, the beauty lie.

The patter of the river, the words flows by,
Sometimes high and some times low,
Near the Meadow where she haunts,
Making the earth and sky go deep close.

The grasses bow down,
The breeze blowing up the sky,
Taking her sings high and high,
Can you find it in the town?

The fluttering and rustling of the leaves,
The animals and birds came running by,
Listening to her whispering,
Dancing on her tunes.