The darkness crept into the forest of trees
With ghostly shadows that no one could see
But a feeling was present in the air that night
One of fear and One of fright
How I ended up in the woods you see
I was just looking for an apple from that one special tree
The kind of tree that is locked away
That produces the fruit to keep you sleeping for days
The tree is hidden deep in the woods
Yet somehow like magic, there I stood
In front of me I witnessed the bees you see
Making their honey from the flowering tree
And off to the right was a bubbling brook
Teaming with fish none of which I hooked
It seemed this forest was budding with life
Tipping the scales from darkness to light
I discovered there in that moment of time
This forest I stood in was all in my mind
Soon I would wake and the dream would be gone
But all of this wonder would live through my song
Peace,
The Last Sage