From afar this
Meadow beckoned;
From afar I saw
The sun, the matted
Colors weaving.

And I strove
To leave the living
In this darkened
Vale to others
And escape.

I hear the whisper
Of tall grasses,
And the ticking
Of small creatures
Feet.

And in my mind's eye,
Could imagine blooms
Of intricate design
And color, large
And small.