The Meadow

There's a meadow I walk around in,
and sit down in, a meadow in which I
take a stand. Well, that is, I stand up,
but not with conviction. I stand,
knowing that reclining soon will come.

I sleep, awake, fall asleep again, eat,
move a bit, drink, and it's only me.
I keep a lot of pillows around.
Me, going up, going down, going hop hop hop
on the meadow ground and going roll roll roll
on the meadow ground and then I rest
here or there, on the meadow ground,
sometimes here, sometimes there,
but it's all the Meadow.

The flowers are purple and the flowers are sweet,
The flowers are flowers! The flowers are flowers!
See, now here I am in another part of the meadow,
and now here I am in another part of the meadow.

Look! Here come the clouds that give me bedtime hugs!
Bye-bye. You can't live in the Meadow.
Only I can. Bye-bye.
Yummy snacks. I want the yummy snacks.