A melody of ancient time
The drops of rain, like bells they chime
The branches sway, the green awakes
As gentle breeze completes the rhyme
The song of dryads fills the air
The trees - their bodies, leaves - their hair
They sing of many aeons past
Of when this world was young and fair
Shadows dance in forest deep
Majestic willows gently weep
Light fades away, yet darkness stays...
The world is falling into sleep.