The Golden Meadow

 A golden meadow, filled with flowers

Sunflowers, daisies, one could cower

Underneath the shining sun

I laugh with joy, my life filled with fun

Slowly I fall, softly hitting the ground

In the blink of a second, I’m lying down

I get up, finding the meadow lost

I’m surrounded by roses, but at a very high cost

The shining sun, the never-ending prairies 

Now shining jewels, the ambiance being eternally dreary

Is it better for society, I could say quite so

What is better for me, that I only somewhat know

To leave the meadow, I consider much better

To leave the prairie, I don’t agree with a single letter

Being stuck in this jewel-clad forest, magical for others as it is

Magic for me is to be in the prairie, something I might actually miss