Meadow
By,
Mario Del Angel


A meadow I see,
A meadow I breathe.
Along the picket fence is where I lie,
Watching the trees dance with the wind.
As I close my eyes a nice, gentle, cold, breeze hits my face.
The last thing I see is a big red sky.

As I open my eyes I see a sky filled with stars,
The darkness was so thick; I thought my eyes were still closed.
Yet, I can see the grass flow with the wind.
Then I looked up into the night sky.
For I was Lost in its gaze.
Then I lay back down and went to sleep
And dreamed of dreams I could never do.

As the bright sun hit my face,
I realized this could never last.
So my son be free like the wind,
Be wonderful like a meadow.
For you choose your own path.
For I do not choose for you.