A Meadows Reason Poem by Charles Nichols

A meadow is for a soul...
A place where the woods and mountains lull,
And give away a murmur of peace,
A garden sheltered by the trees

A place where the sunshine goes,
To softly speak, with the breezes it knows,
A place the grasses understand,
So weave contentment in their strands...

A place where little flowers live,
So others may keep the thoughts they give..
A place the sky is felt in whole!
A meadow is for a soul.