As you, perched atop a patchwork of green foliage <br />I am captured by the strange beauty of your song <br />The music glides and ebbs, rises and falls, being <br />moved by the whims of the wind <br />The gay flutter of your voice creates surreal motifs <br />in the aural chambers of my mind <br />And savors the beauty of the natural world <br />Thou song for me, dost set me free, and fills my <br />thoughts where e'er I be <br />Peace and serenity to me it brings, in natures Realm, <br />as the Meadowlark sings<br /><br />John Leroy Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-meadowlark/
