Woods eternal - Shine Dion
Forest green and trees entwined
withered trunks and branches bare
forest young in dancing rain
memories and wisdom rare
Oaks and elms and willows fare
all in different shape and form
some grow tall and some grow small
from an oak a leaf is torn
In the mornings golden light
hold me while the wild winds blow
hold me near and hold me tight
and sometimes let me go
Branches swaying in the wind
stretches up towards the sky
branches bowing to the earth
wondering what yonder lie
Some have shared too little soil
some others grew too bold
others broke in thunderstorms
or froze in wintry cold
In the mornings golden light
hold me while the wild wind blow
hold me near and hold me tight
and sometimes let me go
In the mornings golden light
hold me while the wild winds blow
hold me near and hold me tight
and sometimes let me go