The colors mix in all around
And birds are singing; a beautiful sound
She frolics and plays
But I gawk and amaze
At the flowers in the meadow.
The grass is cool beneath my feet
The weather is wonderous and cannot be beat
Birds are singing
Their song still ringing
In the flower filled meadow.
She skips into the grassy patches
Examines the flowers, then grabs and snatches
The daffodils
Her laughter fills
The beautiful, colorful meadow.
She runs up to me, happy and bright
Her smile is shining a wonderful sight
The daffodils precious
Smell sweet and delicious
Sitting in the meadow.
I tuck the flower in my hair
Her face is ecstatic to see I wear
The prize she took
Next to the Brook
From the flowers in the meadow.
But alas, it’s just a memory
A thought that maybe, she might be
Still with me here
My child so dear
In the flowers of the meadow.
Her life was taken at the age of seven
But now she’s joyful up in heaven
She’s played her role
Perhaps her soul
Is in the flowers of the meadow.