The Medow

When I wake up in the morning,

I see it in the field,
I see the reds and oranges of the flower,
I see the morning dew on its petals,
When I look at the medow,
It is the only flower of that kind.
When I look closely I see,
The clear as day rain drop about to fall off of the
petal.
I csn here the morning doves cooing,
I can here the flies buzzing by.
I can feel the moist air on my skin.
I love being in the Medow.