The Meadow

The Meadow

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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

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