Green meadow - a short poem

 

Despite guiding men towards their dreams

And quenching the thirst of stingy bees,

Your unseen tears remain as dews at night

Oh Green meadow, you are a lonely soul!

Despite being left alone in the dark,

You embrace the next day with open arms,

And cherish stinky footprints of all.

Oh Green meadow, you stand tall!

- unni