Meadows and days Skipping through the garden, Living in the high.. Hopping through the meadow Jumping miles.. Waking up with sunshine.. Rising high when the moon smiles.. Through the green trees.. Looking at the sky. Playing with the hare.. Dancing with butterflies.. Making life simple, And beautiful and wise. The beauty of the nature, The warmth of a child's smile.. Everything seemed true, From that while.. ( Continued in the caption) Waking people up.. Making them smile.. Things were so lovely. So was time.. Fate was being blamed.. So was the time.. Not the people's deed
