The Meadow

Down by the creek, the frogs are  croaking (ribbit)
As I resist the urge to be soaking.
The water was a mirror,
Reflecting me clearer.

The trees dancing around in the meadow,
As it starts to pour rain,
The creatures start to run in pain,
The wind starts to blow stronger (swoosh)
As I began to ponder.

As the day comes to an end,
The stars begin to descend,
The night is a blindfold that covers my eyes.
Oh what a day it has been, at the meadow,
As I began to sleep under the willow tree.