The Woods Some Other Found

-The Woods Some Other Found, The pink fence, love made my face, are painted and the woods grow in ångest. The tree you once grew against, towers up, out of reach, and now lays inside the sun. The path that led to the meadow, is over grown. Musk rats now live in the pond, and swim in front the spring, that still flows down, across the field, to where the hay brown, new is mowed. The woods some other found, Sleep in the winter, over grown in the spring, as fresh roses yearn to lay, up against summer, washed, waiting for gold, veils of autumn to fall.