I see a golden ray
Giving light from afar
Up the lonely road
Near the cliffs edge
Where the leaves fall in circles
Caring about nothing
As they fall, happily
And the skies not to be seen
But a sieve of the suns light
Falling thru the waving trees
Now and then,
The rodents of the trees
Curious to know the passerby
Rush about the tree branches
Enjoying the damp dark nest
Which surround the forest
Playing the hide and seek
Wondering what the passerby seeks,
The road is quiet
Made of ten thousand layers
Of fallen leaves piled up
One and two on another
The yellow leaf cares not
If it falls, lays on a red leaf
It is a circle of life
A painting learnt in life

But here I seek the way,
Through this enchanted forest
Blessed, but I like to see the sun light

Oiroegbu Halls