Poem I wrote in my notebook.
❀ The Golden Meadow ❀ In the midst of a golden meadow lives a pool. From a distance the pool appears shallow and clear. Easy to recognize and easy to know. But if just if the meadows should allow and the mountains don't rise as you grow closer You may come to a startling sight The once shallow crystal pool darkens and muddies And if you were to set your foot upon the water You may be cursed to fall into a deep that feels as though it has no end. Around your feet Fish come swarming as many as the blades of grass in the meadow and they come all at once in sync from all direction in great diversity Up and down are no longer clear You have lost the way back out And should you escape the abyss of water and set foot to the meadow again the wall of the mountain would close up behind and all glimpses of the pool will never be seen again.
