The Heart of the Meadow

In fields where morning softly blooms,

A tiny heart awakens with the day.

The flowers bow in silent grace,

As golden light reveals the gentle way.

 

With velvet eyes so wide with wonder,

And footsteps light as whispered air,

You carry all the world's innocence

Without a single trace of fear.

 

May every breeze be kind to you,

Every sunrise warm your gentle soul.

For even the smallest life can teach

How tenderness can make us whole.

 

Some souls are not measured by their size,

But by the quiet beauty they leave behind.

 

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