In A Meadow Poem by Ron Pate

In a meadow just down the road the green grass grows and feels like soft carpet neath ones steps.
And in that meadow a small brooke trickles the bluest of blue water and mimics the beautiful wild blue sky.
In a meadow just down the road the flowers bloom with a spectrum of color, almost as if a rainbow fell upon them.
And in that meadow a gentle breeze carries a sweet sound of a songbird singing delightfully amongst the swaying trees.
In a meadow just down the road where the greenest of green grass grows, a love of two lost souls meet and begins to blossom, one immeasurable love, holding a timeless beauty for only few will ever know.