The Meadow
Wearing my new skirt,
I take the road and the dirt,
I need to reach the meadow,
That spans with lilies, the beaming sun, and the happy shadow,
Today is no different, but today is not the same,
I give in to the rhythm that has no name,
Only the fervent desire to be where I should,
To keep my spirits high as much as I could,
The road is winding and long,
But if you break into a song,
You won't feel forlorn,
The music will keep you alive and carry you along,
I see my meadow at last,
Beautiful as ever, so much like the past,
I run as fast as I can,
Afraid it will disappear, as if like magic sand,
But here I am where I belong,
Wearing my new skirt,
I took the road and the dirt,
And it was well worth it,
'Cause when you are where you should be,
Only you will know the beauty your heart can see.
