I sat in a green meadow,
Staring at everything pass and go;
I saw the deer run wild and free
And I wished that it could me;

I stared at the grass and how the green
Was a beautiful thing to be seen;
I counted the number of blades
And at the sheer number, I was amazed;

The trees stood tall, strong and still
And their shadows made the ground quite chill;
I sat in their shade and thought of what to write,
On that summer's evening that was so bright;

As I started to write, I felt much peace;
For now, I felt my happiness increase;
And I knew that I never wanted to leave
This dream that I had conceived;

I knew that soon I would have to wake
And be in a world of heartache;
Where the stress overwhelms me,
And where hope's embrace would never be;

But for now, I will sit and write
In the bright sun’s light;
And hearing the rush of a cold stream;
In this place that is, my perfect peaceful dream.