Why Meadows Are Pleasant Poem by wild fire

She dances in her dress
playing with the butterflies.
In the meadow,
and her smile brightens the skies.

Her beautiful face
is full of innocence and charm
a child of six
she can do no harm

Daddy comes home
and the meadows are hidden away
he drinks his beer
and mommy's been gone for countless days

Her bruises show at school
and her teacher wonders but is quiet
She abided all the rules,
save her? no one dared to try it.

In the meadow, the butterflies fall
straight out of the air
and flowers fall
blooms hung in despair

a fresh mound of dirt and
a headstone that bears no name
no more dancing and laughter
instead of sunshine, cold dark rain.

In the meadow if you walk,
you can still see and hear her playing,
that's why meadows are so pleasant.
Her laughter keeps away the rain.