The Meadow


I was walking along the meadow and noticed all the wild
flowers surrounding me. I could smell all the different
scents from each flower and I wanted to enjoy the
beauty of the meadow. As I bent to pick some of the
wild flowers, I heard the sweet sound of humming birds
flying from blossom to blossom. They were in comfort
with my presence there. I wanted to join them and run
through the meadow and lose myself. So I decided to
build me a house and then I could wake up each new
day and enjoy the enormous beauty around me forever.
Now my house has great blossoms growing all around it.
I can enjoy the great beauty of the meadow forever, as
I always dreamed of in my younger years.
The meadow is always blooming year round. My yard
of beauty surrounds me in the meadow and the scents
are breath taken. Now the meadow is spreading like wild
fire. I can wake up to the great scents of wild flowers
and beautiful sounds of hummingbirds everyday.
My neighbors even compliment my beautiful meadow.
To me, this is a dream come true.

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The meadow is just a sweet poem I decided to write and be cleaver along with my writing it. I just let my imagination start typing away, as I pictured my place there and all these great wild flowers growing like a wild fire in a forest. The scents are breath taken as I capture all the different scents of each wild flower that grew in the meadow.