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Forgotten Forest


With the moon hung high, And the droplets fall from the sky, And floating around was a lonely soul, Who woke from a muddy hole, With a thought, "Where am I?" In the Forgotten Forest The forest is a maze When the fog shifted to a haze The deep, dark, deadly forest, With lakes of unknown fish and tortoises, And I started to began my way, In the Forgotten Forest With trees as tall as towers, Drop drop! The rain was a shower, And I spotted a lonely golden fruit, That hung on a root, Of a magic glowing flower, In the Forgotten Forest And wish I wished out loud, "Take me back to a place to be found, My clothes have a tear, And the wind blows my hair! Just take me back to my crowd!" The flower began to glow As I kneel down low. The tears took awhile, Then I began to smile As I knew I was going back home. No more Forgotten Forest
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