The Meadow

I shall not return to this meadow again

I shall not return to this dream.

The kites have all floated away now

Released from their anchors andstrings.

And soon I must follow and float off as well

To the world that is home to the wise.

For a life that is spent in the meadow

Is life without compromise.

And though my dreams to here shall often wander,

I know in my mind I can't stay.

I must leave this meadow and its flowers behind

As my childhood wanes with the day.