Have you ever visited the meadows, at dawn.
Have you ever gone there, when you’re so forlorn.
Have you tramped past the meadows, lush green.
Shining brightly, with a vibrant sheen.

Have you gone there, when somebody’s been mean.
Shout out loud, nobody will ever hear a scream.
If you ever have a problem, ever be lone.
Go watch the butterflies, and your troubles will be long gone. Continue Reading ...