Make it Write Joy by Brent Iwanski, 16 Spirithawk@rocketmail.com A meadow without boundaries, The wild flowers in full bloom Dispense their sweet odors. The animals run and play With only their natural enemies To fear.   A river flows fiercely Through the meadow, bubbling, Sending its energies to the life Which surrounds it.   A wind swirls through the meadow, Washing the life with love, And laughter can be heard, As the breeze takes Its never ending path Though the meadow.   A blanket falls from the sky Encompassing a baby deer, Warmly encircling it. The mother resting, Her warm touch upon Her newborn's back.   The sun shines overhead, releasing its rays of light To cast upon the meadow, To cast upon the life, To refill the flowing river With its boundless energy, To tickle the ever blowing wind, To feed the flowers, To enrich the meadow, To keep the joy alive, They all work together.

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