In that little meadow, we would sit and would play,
And the sun would shine merrily through many a day.
It was under the willow, and down by the stream,
That our summers were spent dreaming pastoral dreams.
This was our kingdom and you were my queen;
Our bedclothes, our chambers and castle were green.
The animals were loyal and colourful courtiers -
The fox with his rapier and wasp with her spear!
We bonded like daisies that are linked in a chain;
We grew there together in the sun and the rain.
Heaven existed in that special field,
And scars that we had were bathed and were healed.
Many years on, the willow still provides shade,
And I still see two children weaving love in the glade.