The Meadow

Warm earthy scents ride summers late breeze
The sound of splashes ripple through the free flowing glass
Bright rays of light seep through the tall trees
Splattering the light cast onto the grass

Soft tufts of white drift high in the air
Colourful jewels gleam in the meadow
A scene rolling out far a beauty so fair
But Fall cloaks the land with leaves and colours now mellow

The crisp cool airs soft scent tainted by autumn
Shadows of white drifts down in a cold daze
hiding behind winters spell summers day now forgotten
laying still beneath shades of white and blue she lays

before winters still faze of cold fades away
and spring blooms forth and shines the day