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  • Artist Info: The Meadows<br />
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    <br />
    Soft winds rustled the leaves of the tree<br />
    Atop the emerald hill.<br />
    It was a lone tree,<br />
    Thick and wise with age.<br />
    Many things has it seen,<br />
    And many more does it know.<br />
    <br />
    In the time of its youth,<br />
    The two children would play beneath its shading branches,<br />
    Escaping the smoldering heat<br />
    Of the sun at midday.<br />
    <br />
    They sat in the grass,<br />
    Enjoying summer’s warm breeze.<br />
    At no more than the age of six,<br />
    They loyally returned to their tree each day.<br />
    <br />
    It overlooked a green meadow,<br />
    Riddled with wildflowers of all colors.<br />
    The two children would lean against the tree,<br />
    Enjoying spring’s perfect beauty.<br />
    <br />
    They did this each day without fail,<br />
    And each day they were together,<br />
    They realized how much more than friendship this was;<br />
    How much stronger.<br />
    <br />
    She could not live without him,<br />
    Nor could he without her.<br />
    For they were meant to be<br />
    Forever together.<br />
    <br />
    Picked by the angels,<br />
    They were in love.<br />
    It was true love,<br />
    In its rarest form.<br />
    <br />
    As they got older,<br />
    They knew their love for each other was great.<br />
    So they would sit beneath the tree,<br />
    Staring into each others eyes.<br />
    <br />
    They kissed in the fields<br />
    Beneath the tree watched by the soft blue sky.<br />
    And they held hands<br />
    As they returned home from the meadows.<br />
    <br />
    As summer’s heat began to die,<br />
    They would sit closer and closer.<br />
    They kept each other warm,<br />
    And a euphoric sense of perfection was upon them.<br />
    <br />
    Each day they did this<br />
    For years and years.<br />
    Through all the seasons,<br />
    And they loved each other more than life itself.<br />
    <br />
    Well into their teens now,<br />
    Each day they welcomed each other with a warm embrace.<br />
    They stood there in each others arms beneath the blooming tree,<br />
    Like a picture from a fairy tale.<br />
    <br />
    One hot summer’s day,<br />
    When all was right,<br />
    He arrived at her side,<br />
    And kissed her softly.<br />
    <br />
    He then gracefully kneeled at her feet,<br />
    And pulled out a small black velvet box.<br />
    He opened it and asked for her hand<br />
    As the wind gently ruffled her long flowing skirt.<br />
    <br />
    Before he could even get the words out,<br />
    Her joyous tears were falling like rain.<br />
    Instantly, she accepted,<br />
    And held him tightly.<br />
    <br />
    They were due to wed in the early spring,<br />
    Under their tree.<br />
    Her bouquet would come from the meadow,<br />
    And it would be perfect.<br />
    <br />
    Still, each day they met.<br />
    They danced in the fields<br />
    And their love was so beautiful,<br />
    So right.<br />
    <br />
    As the days grew cold and dew had frozen the grass,<br />
    There was a solemn feeling about them,<br />
    As though a foreboding weight had been dropped upon their shoulders,<br />
    Just two months before their wedding.<br />
    <br />
    On the day of the first snow,<br />
    She walked to the empty tree.<br />
    She was not greeted by her love,<br />
    But instead, a note.<br />
    <br />
    She slowly grabbed it,<br />
    Felling so hurt, confused, and alone.<br />
    She opened it slowly and carefully,<br />
    As her forehead creased with worry.<br />
    <br />
    Reading it quickly,<br />
    She then ran home.<br />
    She looked into the old cracked mirror upon her dresser and saw her eyes,<br />
    So untouchable and innocent as the new fallen snow.<br />
    <br />
    She hid her face in her hands,<br />
    And began to weep.<br />
    The note of her one true love<br />
    Was tragic.<br />
    <br />
    He had joined the army,<br />
    And may never be seen again.<br />
    He likely would not return alive—<br />
    If he returned at all.<br />
    <br />
    Horrified,<br />
    She slowly slid on her wedding dress.<br />
    She grabbed her rope,<br />
    And ran out the door.<br />
    <br />
    She was invisible against the snow,<br />
    Until she reached the tree.<br />
    Quickly, she wrote a note on her sweet smelling paper,<br />
    And placed it upon a tiny branch.<br />
    <br />
    She grabbed her rope,<br />
    And tied a special knot<br />
    Before throwing it over a sturdy branch,<br />
    And pulling it tight.<br />
    <br />
    Standing on the top of her toes like a cat ready to pounce,<br />
    She gently fits her head through the loop,<br />
    And stares into the meadows<br />
    One last time.<br />
    <br />
    The noose tightens around her neck,<br />
    And a single tear runs down her cheek;<br />
    Her last gift,<br />
    To her life’s only love.<br />
    <br />
    Two days before her wedding,<br />
    He returned.<br />
    He went to the tree to find his bride, dead—<br />
    With nothing more than a note.<br />
    <br />
    Heartbroken, he gingerly approached the corpse,<br />
    And took the note she left.<br />
    He opened it carefully<br />
    And looked at it in disbelief.<br />
    <br />
    “I will always love you…”<br />
    He read no louder than a whisper.<br />
    “…and now we can be together forever.”<br />
    Forever and ever.<br />
    <br />
    He had nothing left to live for.<br />
    In desperation,<br />
    He searched for a hope,<br />
    But none could be found.<br />
    <br />
    The night before his wedding,<br />
    He returned to the meadow<br />
    In which his bride lay dead.<br />
    His only love, perished.<br />
    <br />
    He approached the tree<br />
    And stood under its thick limbs.<br />
    He stared at his bride’s hanging body and spoke,<br />
    “Forever.”<br />
    <br />
    He closed his eyes,<br />
    And the metallic taste of the gun was all he knew.<br />
    He pulled the trigger,<br />
    And its shot destroyed the tranquility of the meadows.<br />
    <br />
    Some say, their spirits still dance in the fields,<br />
    Or sit by the tree.<br />
    Whatever the truth may be,<br />
    A darkness still hovers like a thick fog.<br />
    <br />
    For there is poetry in despair,<br />
    And a lovely beauty hidden in sorrow.<br />
    In death there is peace,<br />
    And in peace,<br />
    There is love. <br />
    <br />
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