It's an Empty Meadow !

 
When green  grass  of  yonder meadow  turns pink ,
and  straw-berries  curve green-threaded branches;
When the  tropical  sunlight  makes  you  blink ,
and  I'm  away at the parish , you see
An empty meadow !

Oh empty valley , empty meadow !
That were once  patched by the sun
Now as I look out of my window .
To where the deer and foxes  run  .
It's an empty meadow !

What if the morning and evening stars
 appear together in the worn- out sky .

What if you venture  to the  lonely Mars.

whose  surreal beams makes  the moonlight shy.
It's an empty meadow !

 

Oh empty valley , empty meadow !
That were once  patched by the sun
Now as I look out of my window .
To where the deer and foxes  run  .
It's an empty meadow !



When at last  you  think of returning home,
to where the sun has lost its beams .
Tell me,  where the trade wind makes  you roam 
You return not to this vale  for so long .
It's an empty meadow 

 

Oh empty valley , empty meadow !
That were once  patched by the sun
Now as I look out of my window .
To where the deer and foxes  run  .
It's an empty meadow !

Tonight we watch  shadows flicker and dance
Beneath the   tree , beneath the   moon .
We exchange with each other a fond  glance .
Then  turn our gaze to our  empty meadow.

Agatha Lai  2002