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.