By Patricia Taylor Wells
Give me a meadow with tall green grass
Where I can lie down as the hours pass;
Or a rolling hill in the countryside,
With sheep to tend 'neath a sky that's wide.
Give me a choir that fills the air
With the song of birds and the crickets blare.
Give me the ease of a summer day
And winds to blow my cares away.
Give me the peace of nature's balm;
All this I pray with open palms.