Meadow Stories

Wandering through meadows in brightest sunlight, Wading through flowers with colours so bright, While butterflies flutter with shimmering wings. This beauty around me is but a skin, Over reality lying within, That eyes cannot see, but are beautiful too. The way that atoms arrange to allow, Light to give colours to what we see now, And life to the beings that dance all around. The blue of the sky above me does hide, Wonder...

A little lost birdTrying to find her way homeA little lost birdLost in the worldOver the tree topsAnd under the gray cloudsA little lost birdTrying to find her way homeA meadow of flowers, grass and treesMaking her way homeA little lost birdStill trying to find her way homeHer family and friendsWelcoming her homeA little lost birdMade her way home