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 very frightened of a brutal and fearsome beast
Which you believe stalks this meadow, always prowling You've never seen it, but clearly imagine it scowling So you've never enjoyed taking a walk by the stream And picking the choicest fruit, you could only dream
Until one day you realise this beast doesn't exist And you realise on all of the fruit that you've missed Then you'll walk through this meadow enjoying every stride And pick out the juiciest fruit, eating it with pride