The Meadow

The sun, through broken cloud, did peer
Upon a sparkling field of green,
Bejeweled with crystal dew.
Upon that field lay two lovers,
Entwined in pass'nate embrace,
As fawn reposed at glen's edge,
Upon tall-grown grass repasting.
The jay-bird's shrill trill
And hummingbird's chirp
Did pierce the air in time,
As the lover's cries,
And names soft-spoke
Did echo from fragrant trees.
And the fawn's ears did perk,
The sun did smile,
And the jay and hummingbird mute
As, with a final sigh,
And endearing kiss,
The twain did rest
And profess their love before all.