Ode To Meadow Poem by Kieran Sam

Slopes blending gracefully with maturing Sun
That embalmed in crimson,
Is paired off with a rainbow in the sky.
And with heavens would vie,
This eve of painted vales below;
Where that mild east wind is sweetly fragrant
From Lillies of the Valley
Bloomed along the rill
Like it's a tint to the scene's
Tapestry touched!

Up above, from the vanilla clouds,
I felt a cool caressing over my face
And was a sudden drizzling,
The frail bleats echoed up the hill,
A few lambs hopping
On their way home across
The springing rill,
Where I drench my feet-
And heeded to nature's melody from afar,
Melting along the glens,
Her music soothes this blissful moment.
On its lap, I lay softly,
And for a moment I thought:
No grief here unmelted,
For nature has a song,
A thousand words
Of human voice
Or still, myriad lines of human hues fail
To recount her majestic chords.