Eyes to eyes meet

IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM

Strolling, strolling we are in the meadow: airy and green
where asters, dahlias, nod  nd wink passing their green

With him by my side, the hours of dread and fear  are gone
His blue eyes speak: we are a match in heaven, always green

Dandelion heads float like little parachutes while we walk
he spinning me round nd round in the carpet of golds and green

Eyes to eyes meet, no more words from A to Z, we need not speak
for our heartbeats duet in vibrato of love so evergreen

Afar we hear thumps of small feet and some thunder laughs,
He and I turn round we behold our kids innocent and green

Father God-- the author of love along blue feathers
and yellow smile is watching over us in that vast green