In the meadow of the valley, <br />Where wild flowers are roaming free. <br />There are multitudes of colors <br />And their backdropp forest greens. <br /> <br />There I sit and watch reflections <br />Of the clouds above the lake. <br />And the creatures drinking from it, <br />A deer, a swan, a snake. <br /> <br />To accentuate this beauty, <br />Are the mountains far away. <br />That rise above the woodlands, <br />“Look up” they seem to say. <br /> <br />While climbing one great mountain, <br />I see the meadow that’s below. <br />Looking even now more lovely, <br />Than when I was below. <br /> <br />So when you’re in a valley, <br />Looking up, you’ll want to climb. <br />But you’ll see that this new vision <br />Is no more lovely than what’s behind. <br /> <br />Let’s plan while on our front porch <br />As we both sip lemonade, <br />To go exploring in open meadows, <br />And leave behind this cooling shade! <br /> <br />Won’t you join me in my meadow? <br />Let’s delight in all we see. <br />And frolic in the sunshine, <br />As our love grows by degrees!<br /><br />Robert Edgar Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-meadow-9/
