In the dawning of a dewy-kissed morn, The meadows stretch their tranquil arms, A symphony of serenity, a soothing born, As nature awakens from her slumber’s thrall.
Glistening dewdrops on the blades of grass, Whisper secrets to the morning’s face, Under the golden sun’s tender grace, The meadows dance in a tranquil embrace.
Beneath the sky’s canvas painted blue, The scent of wildflowers fills the air, Their fragrant notes, a soothing hue, In this dewy-kissed haven, all worries disappear.
By Vinnie Tham