It's an Empty Meadow !   The  grasses yonder have turned yellow , I think. Our straw-berries here curve green-threaded branches; When the strong sunlight there  make you blink . When I am far away at the parish , you see ; An empty meadow ! Oh empty valley , empty meadow ! That were once  patched by the sun Now as I look out of my window . To where the deer and foxes  run  . It's an empty meadow ! The morning and evening stars. A rare event , if appear together in the sky . And  they twinkle  from  afar . Under the moonlight some night birds  cry It's an empty meadow !   Oh empty valley , empty meadow ! That were once  patched by the sun Now as I look out of my window . To where the deer and foxes  run  . It's an empty meadow ! At last you think of returning home,  when my heart is almost broken.... Tell me where the trade wind made you roam . That from this valley you not appear for so long . It's an empty meadow    Oh empty valley , empty meadow ! That were once  patched by the sun Now as I look out of my window . To where the deer and foxes  run  . It's an empty meadow ! Tonight we watch the flickering shadow that dance . Beneath the tree , beneath the moon . We exchange with each other a glance . Then we both turn our gaze to our ... Empty meadow . Agatha Lai  2002