The Meadow

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

(Sydney, Australia - 2007)

Alessandra Liverani