In a glade where the soft air breeze,
It whistles music and whispers a tale.
The sun dims vaguely among the whimsical trees.
What is my goal? Where is the grail?
I walk unaware on this endless forest trail.

Tranquil leaves gently fall,
By the stream where lilies take rest.
A serene scene that will make you awe.
For once it was touched and blessed.
Sparkles from the rays as they shine on the haw.

When fallen leaves lay on the ground,
Fragments of them were left to be found.
Each leaf creates a tune,
And a melody is created with a harmonic sound.
I will miss this...