Tucked in to the hills

Grasses shimmer and ripple

Betraying the wind

Lost in the meadow

Quivering with the seed heads

What if this was home?

Now in my memory

I go back to the meadow

Everything I need

In restless grassland

Ripples graze a hazy grace

And stills racing hearts

Skip though the meadow

Carefree frolicking scamper

Chasing butterflies

In the green meadow

Wild grasses and flowers grow

Wait for us mow