Happy Meadow
Writing poems is like entering the new world, liberating the soul and allowing the heart to follow imagination, memories, sorrow, joy ...
The grass so soft and tender
Fresh growth after the rain
To the freedom we surrender
Again and again and again.
Children laughing, running, dancing
Barefoot all over the meadow
Lovers secretly glancing
Their world is spinning softly and slow.
So bright is the day
So sweet, lively and divine
Let children always play
May their hearts in eternal joy shine.
KsenijaZ
© 2019 Ksenija
Comments
Ksenija (author) from Novo mesto, Slovenia on May 21, 2019:
Thank you Lorna!
It is so great to hear that you had such a nice childhood.
Lorna Lamon on May 21, 2019:
Such a lovely poem - reminds me of my own childhood growing up on a farm with lots of freedom.
