I Miss My Green Meadow Poem by Leslie Xavier

It's amazing! But when you are left all alone, you can only look back, and cherish the moments spent under the sun, in that green Meadow...

The season's shifted I guess,
with it the landscape too.
Tropical paradise, where I lived,
has turned into a sandy dune.
Before, I could see green for miles,
when I stand atop my hill, my home.
The greenest Meadow it was Oh boy,
so full of life, the place I saw.
I only need to call out then,
and a breeze would blow from the other side,
right from the heart of the Meadow it came,
giving me comfort and refreshing love.
The shift of season could never touch,
this Meadow I love with all my heart.
It'll remain green for eternal time,
rain or shine, it won't wither at all.
God's gift to me this Meadow so green,
walking through which I feel immortal so.
Meadow, Meadow where do you hide,
eternal Meadow, where have you gone,
I can only see barren lands now.
I see only sand and dust,
where once rivers flowed, ones of love.
The Meadow's shifted west from here,
making oasis out of the desert out there.
I search for the Meadow here and there,
but I have to wait for the season to change.
Will return; the Meadow sure will,
but when; is the question of worth,
only time will tell, it has to I guess.