That one lone tree on Meadowlark Hill; The song its tenants sang
The laugh and coo of newborn tots, reflecting yin and yang
The memories are distorted, the silence now a roar
I came; here’s what they told me; keep coming back for more
More is what I needed; more became Amor.
Amor became commitment, commitment to the Source
The Source became the Doorway revealing an Inner Force
And now I’m back to visit; pay respects to Meadowlark Hill
And visit with its Tenants as through open beaks they trill
And remind me of the joy I found, one day on Meadowlark Hill.