In Golden Meadows

In Golden Meadows

In golden meadows, the wind doth blow
Among flowers and trees, a silent flow
Blessing God’s earth, and majestic sky
Where birds always sing while soaring high
Perpetual breeze will come and go
Comforting presence this we know.


It has been with us since long ago,
Moving at dawn and when the sun sinks low
Playing in fields and under trees where we dream
In golden meadows.

Cooling us off as we run to and fro
Carefree like us, with no troubles though
Lifting our spirits way up high
That we can laugh and smile without asking why
We run with the wind, where the wildflowers grow
In golden meadows.

Julie Pisacane © 2009