Open Meadows
Days in the summer
when the violets, tulips, and daffodils bloom,
my friend and I visit the meadow's open room.
The meadow is always inviting
when the sun is shining and the sky is clear.
This is how we can sense
that the meadow wants us here.
Hand in hand, we frolic and play
Beside the flowers and lovely trees.
Together, forever, as long as we want.
That is how we know we're at ease.
As we sit down to have lunch at noon,
We try to recall
Back to the days long forgotten,
When we both were very small.
We soon begin to chat and laugh
For hours on and on
Until we realize that the moon
Has told us it is dawn.
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