Fragrant with clover, flowers colour splashing Vivid and vibrant, although never clashing Undulating gently, a stream has been added And the meadow’s surface with lush grass has been padded
At the end of the meadow is an orchard replete With crisp apples, juicy peaches, cherries so sweet You want to partake in this bountiful feast But you’re frightened of a fierce and brutal beast
Which you believe stalks this meadow, always prowling You’ve never seen it, but imagine it scowling So you’ve never enjoyed taking a walk by the stream And enjoying its treasures, you could only dream
Until one day you realise this beast doesn’t exist And you realise on all of the fun that you’ve missed Walking this meadow to you will be revealed All the pleasures which had been hidden and sealed