Bright Meadow

I lay in the meadow,
it's leaves all around me.

The soft sun,
warm upon my face.

The ground gentle,
with a coat of leaves and moss.

A lonely breeze,
pays me a visit.

My eyes open,
to the wonders.

A blink appears,
a fear arrives.

That the city,
so smog and dead.

Might call me back,
to rot me once again.