The Magic From the Meadow

I had been walking for quite some time,
an exercise for the mind and soul,
just meandering down the path.

I was merely taking a walk.
I had no agenda, or destination in mind,
and I certainly wasn't searching for anything.

Then, I found myself standing in a meadow
with foliage and flowers, abundant.
So pleased, was I with my gaze.

Suddenly, my eyes rested on a beautiful flower
and I decided to take the plant home.
I was extremely careful as I uprooted her.

She was truly a flower, grand
with colors vibrant, and a scent that swayed the soul.
I believe that my senses have never been treated so kindly.

Carefully, I traveled with her to my home.
I even paused by a brook to moisten her soil
to refresh her roots, so that her petals would not wilt.

At home, I decided to replant her in the front yard
so that all could enjoy her beauty,
for this was truly the loveliest plant I had ever seen.

I took much pride in caring for her.
I soon became capable of discerning her needs,
and I earnestly met every one of them.

Then, the unthinkable happened
and she began to wither and die;
and gone, was the magic from the meadow.

I was not personally prepared
to lose the magic that this flower
had brought into my life.

Surely fate had better things to do
than to steal away the color from my soul.
So sad was I, that I weeped tears from my heart.

For the longest time, I considered not replacing her
for she was beautiful beyond compare,
and the meadow yielded not, a duplicate.

Then I realized, that my eyes had drank in her beauty
and that it would always be with me,
and I braved to walk to the meadow, once again.

Standing, once again in the vista of the meadow,
I noticed many other beautiful plants,
but, the the magic of the meadow sang out to me;

and I finally understood what defined the magic.
It is in the entirety of the meadow.
One is not allowed to remove just a fraction of the magic.

The magic of the meadow is for all to enjoy
and it is destroyed when disassembled,
and it certainly wasn't meant to be taken home.

I now walk the meandering pathway, regularly
and I always end up, gazing at the meadow,
and I always savor those walks, and cherish the view.