My Meadow Of Grace Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

I want you to walk with me through fields of gold,
and venture on through forests old.
I'll take you down the untrodden paths,
we'll go places that have yet no maps.
Feel the air so soft and crisp
as it sifts through your hair both cool and brisk.
Let the trees brush your face,
feel the flower's sweet embrace.
Let your eyes amble amongst the sky,
see the blue burn to purple as the sun hides.
Lay here with me and know this beauty,
so you feel what I feel when it's you I see.
- Samuel Richard Leonard