The Meadow Of Life

Just here within my fields of falling time Are searches going somewhere to and seek Finding time to listen to in their prime From the ways of going until it is bleak Happiness is in these strawberries sights Germinating the flowers and their seed Sketching turning ways to established lights That in their bouquets doings a love might read From within the colors of their reddish glow Where serenity is awaiting still We just have to gain knowledge of where to go To find those pastures for a dream to fill Take a time to walk and reaching your goal Every hillside and meadow has a role