Meadow

They have flowers in the meadow there
Under bright blue skies
And the clearest air
Strongest dandelions
Thick as thieves
Who would ever dare
To call them weeds?
Not you or me

As their roots grow down
Searching through the ground
For something to hold onto
Like a stick or a stone
Or even a bone
That may have belonged to
You or me

There's a village down that valley road
Just a mile past that great strong oak
There's a bakery and a general store
What a charming town
Who could want for more?
Not you or me
Clearly

That oak stood still through every storm
Didn't move an inch
Not a leaf was torn
And when Death came
To set us free
That oak remained
And so did we
Beneath the tree

As their roots grow down
Searching through the ground
For something to hold onto
Like a stick or a stone
Or even a bone
That may have belonged to
You or me
Beneath the tree

They have flowers in the meadow there
Under bright blue skies
And the clearest air
Strongest dandelions
Thick as thieves
Who would ever dare
To call them weeds?



Credits
Writer(s): Chloe Jones
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