The forest flowed like a carpet of evergreen,
It ran across the breadth of the valley,
But it always went unseen.
Then slowly gaps appeared,
The forest opened to the moonlit night,
And as it did sway,
Oh, the edge of the forest began to fray.
The leaves began to fall,
From verdant green to brown,
The trees were left without a soul,
As they tumbled to the ground.
And as the season ended,
The trees slowed their dance,
A thick black road wound about,
Where the laden ponies pranced.