Meadows of Heaven

Nikon P90; F8; 1/160sec; ISO 64; 4.6mm; WB: Cloudy

Whenever we are scared or tired of the world surrounding us, we are tempted to go back to the places where we've once felt safe and happy, the places we've kept close to our hearts, the places of our childhood. 

I close my eyes
The lantern dies
The scent of awakening
Wild honey and dew

Childhood games
Woods and lakes
Streams of silver
Toys of olden days

Meadows of heaven

The flowers of wonder
And the hidden treasures
In the meadow of life
My acre of Heaven
A five-year-old winter heart
In a place called home
Sailing the waves of old

Meadows of heaven

Rocking chair without a dreamer
A wooden swing without laughter?
Sandbox without toy soldiers
Yuletide without the Flight

Dreambound for life

Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden
Until I see the first star of fall

I fall asleep
And see it all:
Mother's care
And colour of the kites

Meadows of heaven