Caress of the Meadow
A poem
A poem
The shadows of tall grasses,
caress the curves of earth,
a quiet sanctuary
of forgotten moments.
Here, the sun dips low,
in strokes of amber
and the world exhales
in a hush of rustling leaves.
In this scented space,
time slows to a gentle crawl,
and cares dissolve
like dewdrops on morning petals.
Amidst the wildflowers,
there is solace in the rhythm
of my own breath.
In the untamed beauty
that surrounds me
I am reminded
of the simple joys
that lie waiting
within the meadow.