I wandered into a meadow one day,
And saw cows with their heads down.
Then I waded into a river and just wanted to stay.
Where else to relax and cool down.

Big and serious, those cows were not the sort for a prank,
And the grass in that summer heat smelled deliciously sweet.
The river watered leafy trees, tall on each bank,
Where just beneath, tiny fish darted about my feet.

Wide and open, the meadow was almost endless, 
Like a ruffled carpet rolled out under the sun.
The same sun that stole through the clustered treetops on a quest:
To dance on the water below, casting diamonds on the run.

I walked out of the meadow that day, that hot day,
Charmed at seeing the cows, lumbering like hoofed tanks.
I was grateful for the river that day, that steamy day,
And was loath to climb out from either of its banks.

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