Meadows of Melancholy

Amidst the fields, green and vast,
A wanderer's gaze, to the horizon cast.
Where the sky kisses earth, in a tender embrace,
Therein lies a meadow, a melancholic place.

Each blade of grass, a whisper soft,
Carries the tales of dreams aloft.
Of love's first kiss, and last goodbyes,
Under the watchful gaze of ever-changing skies.

The breeze hums a melancholy tune,
Under the silvery glow of the moon.
Here, souls entwine in silent speech,
Where thoughts drift far, beyond reach.

In the hush, the flowers bloom,
Each petal sheds the gloom.
For in this meadow, sorrow weaves,
With threads of joy, a tapestry heaves.

So, through the meadows of melancholy roam,
Let its beauty, into your heart, come home.
For even in sadness, there's beauty to be found,
In the quiet moments, where peace is profound.