Just a vision

I'm standing in a field
The grass is sweet
The birds are singing
And the flowers are in full bloom.
But there are clouds in the sky and tears in my eyes.

A deer in the distance
Feasts on a mound of buttercups
But all i see
Is the hunters gun that
Will, eventually,
Casue it such a painful death.

The dew on the spider's web
No longer seems beautiful
And fills me with awe.
Instead,
i see the sheer weight
Of every droplet on that delicate structure
That was built with such painstaking precision,
Only an animal could have.

No man would have the will
Or the patience
To eternally strive for something
So important for survival
Knowing that, with one stroke,
It could all be gone.

Why do i feel this way?
Why, on such a beautiful day
In such a beautiful place
Can i think of nothing but sorrow
And despair?

It seems this meadow does not belong to me
I am destined for drearier climates
But my heart cannot survive such beauty
Without gaining the knowledge
That maybe
Even if it doesn't belong to me,
I deserve to be here.

I have strived always for such perfection
And, even though it will never be mine,
I may just like to borrow it
For a while...