One early morn inside the silent wood
Beneath the ghostly trees where I stood
A wise brown owl perched upon a tree
Clouded in darkness and misery

The ferns tied fast around thy feet
Covered in a blanket of soft white sleet
The golden leaves that fell from grace
The raindrops that fell upon thy face

Upon a moss covered stone I did sit
Beneath the parliament who did flutter and flit
I gazed through gloom like one
Whose life had frayed and came undone