The Meadow
The wind carries the laughter of children captured over centuries as they skip by, hands held out, gently caressing the delicate flowers in awe of their colour and resilience in the gentle breeze
The long stems bow as I gently ever so gently place each foot silently one after the other paving the way for the forest fairy headdress which shimmers in the reflection of the mid day sun flowing behind me
As my toes mingle with the field wood rush, butterflies dance past me pausing intermittently to lay the sweetest of kisses on the tip of my nose
My hands brush gently on the sweet vernal grass as the familiar birdsong mingles with the burble of the glistening stream beckoning me to the most secret and magical place
As I silently lie down amongst the sweet smelling flowers which perch as if sprinkled by the fairy queen herself I place my hands out in front of me to capture the clouds as they play hide and seek with the sun's rays
I place my arms out wide nestling amongst the soft moist moss and gaze at the heavens above as the sky caresses the earth as it passes by
I close my eyes and allow the unique language of the Meadow to wash over me as I fall into the deepest of sleep in the warmth of the mid-day sun
As my sleep deepens I am joined in my slumber by the creatures of the Meadow as they nestle one by one to create a blanket surrounding me in the very essence of the Meadow
JW February 2019