Knowplace

There is a meadow

and the sun makes it glow,

butterfly flutterby.

There is a meadow which Iím sure I know,

butterfly flutterby laugh.

There is a meadow where my son likes to go,

tickle tree leaves

and sweet rays blinding.

There is a meadow with soft lover singing,

buttertree, ticklefly

blindrays laugh.

There is a meadow where we cry and dance,

trickle tear splash.

I know thereís a meadow

which I sometimes can hear

in the wind

in the silence

in the absence of here

I know thereís a meadow where the three of us play,

buttertree

ticklefly

splash.

© C. Kaup 1989

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