In the meadow,
I stopped and looked about,
seeing all the beauty that surrounded me
and the warmth and the beauty of the Heavens.
In the beauty of the wildflowers,
I felt the beauty and warmth of old friends,
and recall the wisdom given by so many
that stayed with me throughout.
As I looked back at where I had been
and all the times, good and bad,
much like the grass that is pressed from the weight beneath my feet,
life springs back and leaves beautiful memories
for the heart and mind to recall and keep.
Old friends who journey with you in life are forever,
and are always there
and are so much of a part of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem