In a meadow of wildflowers she dances,
Graceful and free, her spirit entrances.
Mary, a girl with eyes like the sky,
Her laughter was like a gentle lullaby.
She twirls and spins in the golden sunlight,
A vision of beauty, a pure delight.
Her heart is kind, her soul is pure,
In her presence, all troubles disappear.
......
“Do you remember,”
the oak sighed,
“the day the storm raged,
and I bent, but did not break?”
The slender birch swayed,
her bark shimmering,
“I danced with the wind,
a wild ballet,
while you stood firm,
......
I’ve lived my life by a window.
One whose shades are forever drawn.
Sunlight sleeps behind the blanket of cardboard and cotton.
To remind me of places that I might have gone.
Water is cool to the touch.
A welcome respite from the sweltering heat of expectation.
But you know you could drown if you swim too long or too much.
I stir myself to stand, to reach out for fresh air.
......
In a meadow of wildflowers she dances,
Graceful and free, her spirit entrances.
Mary, a girl with eyes like the sky,
Her laughter was like a gentle lullaby.
She twirls and spins in the golden sunlight,
A vision of beauty, a pure delight.
Her heart is kind, her soul is pure,
In her presence, all troubles disappear.
......
“Do you remember,”
the oak sighed,
“the day the storm raged,
and I bent, but did not break?”
The slender birch swayed,
her bark shimmering,
“I danced with the wind,
a wild ballet,
while you stood firm,
......
I’ve lived my life by a window.
One whose shades are forever drawn.
Sunlight sleeps behind the blanket of cardboard and cotton.
To remind me of places that I might have gone.
Water is cool to the touch.
A welcome respite from the sweltering heat of expectation.
But you know you could drown if you swim too long or too much.
I stir myself to stand, to reach out for fresh air.
......