Ode to the Eternal Meadow

In the heart of the earth, an emerald mantle unfolds,

A sanctuary of life where serenity plays,

The meadow spreads in its endless glory,

Where the soul finds peace and the heart feels at the edge.

Beneath the vast blue sky, An ocean of grass churns,

Rippling like gentle waves, a blessed dance,

The flowers in the sun awaken with a whisper of joy,

And the meadow becomes a picture of poetry.

Butterflies dance in the air like notes of a symphony,

Painting with vivid colors the scene that unfolds each day,

The crickets sing their song in the quiet night,

While the stars watch with their profligate brightness.

Here time slows down, as in an enchanted dream,

And the cares of the world are like dust forgotten,

The leaves of the trees whisper secrets to the wind,

And the meadow becomes a refuge, a breath.

Curious hares play hide-and-seek among the flowers,

While industrious bees roam its corridors,

The scent of the earth and the freshness of the breeze,

Weave a melody that slips into the soul.

In spring, daisies in the sun open their eyes,

While in summer, the sunflowers follow their arrogant course,

Autumn comes and paints the meadow with warm and kindly tones,

And in winter, a blanket of snow covers it, without slights.

Each season leaves its mark on this changing landscape,

A perpetual cycle of life that is so fascinating,

The meadow is a reminder of ephemeral beauty,

And how nature is our sincere teacher.

Oh, eternal meadow, you are a gift from mother earth,

A haven of calm where the spirit lies in her saw,

Under the vast blue sky, in your embrace I lose myself,

And I find in your serenity the most precious mystery.

Thus, in this corner of creation so serene,

Where the wind caresses dreams with a gentle gesture,

Nature sings her song in chorus and in solitude,

And I join her chorus, in this necessary meadow.

(Image made by AI).