Woods...
Woods...


Brood brood brood sullen gloom swelled
Leaves rustled, shriveled and fell
Crunch crunch crunch, as footsteps fall
My heart cringed, desperate to stall
Bare bare bare branches and trunks all barren
Not a sound as winds blow up in torrent
Coo coo coo day and night that dreary screech
Nothing to feel, nothing to please
There there there that nasty little weed
Autumn, her conquest is fast indeed
Gulp gulp gulp she had me in greed
My smiles, laughter and heart, its feed
Cher cher cher the worst fear is here
Winter has my woods in a snowy damp smear
Tak tak tak this frost bite is too deep,
Woods died, spring may never leap.