Among the mist in July's early morn
Within the sky, the night's hold torn
Pale red light wanders through the leaves
Drifting, fluttering in the forest eaves

A forest old, a forest of pride
Upon this place the skies have cried
From here the home of summers last
Fables, legends and myths are past

Whispers pass along the breeze
Of a place from mysteries
Where willows stand into the sky
And birches with their branches high

A crumbled wall, grown with vines
Is a tale upon all minds
The forest holds the secret true
To its creek and endless blue

A mystery of a forgotten age
While time was kept within a cage
Memories hidden at a forbidden cost
The secrets of a summer lost.