I fell into the meadow,
Wild flowers around my feet,
I sprang into the glen ditch,
And sprawled under the trees.
The sun was beaming on me,
I soaked up its golden rays,
A taste of summer in the air,
And grass gently a-sway.
I stayed there all day, just admiring the view,
But then the sun had slipped away and, with it, I had too,
I would return again, the next day to be sure,
That no matter how many times I see it, I would always return for more.