A Meadow

If I were a meadow
I’d be filled with wild flowers
I’d be a place where you’d lie
for hours and hours

I’d be golden at sunrise
deep pink at sunset
I’d have incredible views
That you’d never forget

I’d be near distant mountains
thick forests of trees
I’d be a gentle amble
down to the deep blue seas

I’d have the sounds of nature
and birds flying high
where clouds would paint pictures
across the blue sky.