In a meadow far from home, lies a force to which I’m drawn. Deep inside this place of grace blooms a heavenly color’s face. Yellows strong and greens with depth. The graceful field the silence left. As though a concert stilled its players. As they listened to the air. Then they played the music after. Frolicking notes alive so clear. This force of nature spoke a rhythm. Colors strong brought forth their light. The silence opened up a message. Vibrations felt throughout the night. Many hear the music found. From the meadow’s misty sound. In the meadow, now my home. The source of splendor I have known. © Susy Kamber All rights reserved Music suggestion - Passionflower, Jon Gomm