Meadows Bloom

I meander along the meadows edge,

Inhaling the beauty and fragrance that surrounds me.

The meadow glistens in the morning dew,

A field covered in wildflowers and clover.

Wildlife mesmerized by the scent of the flowers,

Inhaling pollen floating through the air.

In the distance the sturdy woods begin to appear,

Broadcast their shield that surround this secret meadow.

As breathtaking as this appears, the meadow houses

Wildlife and harmonic beauty within.

The delicate fragrance caught by the breeze,

Enlightens my senses before dispersed into thin air.

As I walk through the meadow,

Feeling the dampness of dew under my feet.

Wandering freely touching petals and leaves,

And breathing in the scented air.

Looking back over my shoulder,

Glancing at my footprint path in the grass.

Drenched in the morning beauty that adorns me,

Surrounded by the regalia of colors.

Transfixed on the woods surrounding this meadow,

I continue my journey to the trees in the darkness.

The sun has eluded the woods,

Darkness prevails igniting a musty odor.

The woods hold their own secrets,

Dampness keeps the protective moss alive.

Plant life thriving on the open air,

Not diminished by the filtered sun spheres,

Striking the trees from afar.

Lighting a path of sunlight and dew.

Touching solitude, smelling aloneness,

Swaddled in moss and ferns beneath my feet.

I rest, absorb the beauty, again looking back,

At the meadow lit by the sun and fed by dew.

Bewitched by the appearance of solitude,

Senses awakened to spellbound captivation.

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