The Meadow

A meadow in the woods always crowded by all the growth around it.

In the middle of the woods
beneath the shadows of the trees
Surrounded by the smell
of wild flowers and grass
-I stand.

In the distance I see lightening
The depths of the woods are dark
Yet, only the singin of the birds
and the flapping of their wings
-I hear.

The purple bleeding hearts
in the little meadow grows
As the last ray of sunlight
sets upon them fading
-I see

The woods grow thicker
as the darkness takes over
Shadows fill every space
and the meadow grows erie
-I'm lost.
2/3/05