The Meadow Poem by Alessandra Liverani

Fragrant with clover, flowers colour splashing
Vivid and vibrant, although never clashing
Undulating gently, a stream has been added
And the meadow’s surface with lush grass has been padded

At the end of the meadow is an orchard replete
With crisp apples, juicy peaches, cherries so sweet
You want to partake in this bountiful feast
But you’re very frightened of a brutal and fearsome beast

Which you believe stalks this meadow, always prowling
You’ve never seen it, but clearly imagine it scowling
So you’ve never enjoyed taking a walk by the stream
And picking the choicest fruit, you could only dream

Until one day you realise this beast doesn’t exist
And you realise on all of the fruit that you’ve missed
Then you’ll walk through this meadow enjoying every stride
And pick out the juiciest fruit, eating it with pride