Gardens.
Trees towering over the land.
Grass.
My shadow expands
As the sun falls behind the clouds.
Blades of heaven tickle my toes.
The sweet feeling of sernity overcomes me.
Mother Lleis smiling at me through the life of my present that is my
grove.
Nature both sweet and cruel,
But when it comes to life and the cycle,
Mother knows.
Oh, Mother knows.
Trees' leaves change color-the cycle of life following through to death
As legacies are both created and defeated
In the leaves and the life of the forest
Some make their home
Others fight
Some go to be unknown
In the tall trees of the forest,
Yeah, the tall trees of the forest
That we call home.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Midsummer, in the year 265 MA.