The forest is bare.
So empty and cold.
All of the trees.
Are withed and old.
The animals are escaping.
Too a new and golden land.
Where the pools are filled with diamonds.
Next to the sugar dusted sand.
The moon has a green tint.
Which shadows the reapers eyes.
Where he looks upon the ones who stayed.
And mutters curses and sighs.
'Oh all I want is dank the dark and dispare!'
I curse the ones who smile,
And have no evil glare!'
He cowers and hides beneath a rock.
And dreams of what could have been.
I'm glad my darling wife,
Hasn't seen what I have seen.
