As the forest weeps,
I hear her sorrowful song,
I see the tears drip from her leaves,
As autumn is all but gone
I hear the winds eternal sigh
Echoing her dusk burned mournful cry,
Whispering through her branches
As her leaves slowly wither and die
Sadness is her mantle,
A cloak of endless doom,
Listening to her quiet weeping
Her melancholia I consume
Forever gone is her laughter
As she mourns what has past
Sorrow tainted, ageless wisdom,
Her knowledge deep and vast
Listen closely to her story,
Many secrets her heart does keep
But she is slowly dying,
Laying down in timeless sleep
Blackened are her branches,
Laid barren, empty and cold,
I listen to her sorrow,
A reflection of my soul
As the forest weeps
I hear her sorrowful song,
I see the tears drip from her leaves,
As autumn is all but gone
I hear the winds eternal sigh
Echoing her dusk burned mournful cry,
Whispering through her branches
As her leaves slowly wither and die
