Rolling Meadows

In the meadow, cattle graze,

Wind gently passing, a peaceful daze,

Tall grasses sway, wildflowers bloom,

Nature's symphony, a perfect tune.

 

The cattle roam, with carefree might,

Their presence felt, in morning light,

A scene of beauty, a pastoral dream,

The meadow, a tranquil stream.

 

The wind picks up, the grasses dance,

The cattle graze, with a rhythmic prance,

In the meadow, time stands still,

Nature's magic, a soothing thrill.

 

Oh, meadow, you are a haven of peace,

A place of calm, where worries cease,

May you thrive, for all to see,

A precious gift, for you and me.

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