Overgrown and forgotten
The old forest Grove has
Long since seen better days

The foliage twisted and rotten
Poisoned by times influence
And man's fallen beliefs

A pool of memories
Peels back the wounds
Centuries in the making

The reflection of a golden lute
In the hands of a music man
Orchestrated tunes of the bard

Lush passing of vibrant greens
Even in death his song echoed
Lyrics rippling in the waves

Gone and forgotten
But loved nonetheless.