I lied down on the grass the sun warm on my back
Daisies winked at me, those modest little flowers, as Gradma used to call them
It all came back to me - the longing, loss and love
"Lie your cheek against me" whispered the meadow
"Delight in this quiet moment even if it hurts"
No, the meadow did not console me
even if poets say that's what nature does
It just reminded me to close my eyes, breathe and be