Old friends whisper, "One day you will find your way
back to us."
The stirring of brittle brown leaves
makes me weep
Once succulent, green and full of life
they now lie discarded at my feet
The air is cold and crisp and biting
I pull my jacket closer around me, inviting
Listening to my Telepath
I weave amongst the well-trod lath
Up ahead lies a looming forest
Mysterious, deep and dark
It holds no fear for I know its bark
Many magical and wondrous things have
happened here
Elves and Gnomes, Faeries and Sprites
gather here all in the pale moonlight
This is a dense, deep, dark hidden realm
One that I know and oh, so well
Giggles and shouts of merriment and laughter
All gather here to meet with Enchanter
Mimicking and whistling they spin a new rhyme
Out of shadows steps The Enigmatic French Mime
Ivy and holly and mistletoe, too
All intertwined in the stately tall yew
The sweet morning dew that blankets the floor
In the morn we awake to hoarfrost and explore
What have the Urals to say?
Did they see many on their way?
The dancing lights
The many small people
Who soar around the tall, tall steeple
They live far away
They visit us often
Many are they from
am Rhein Ludwigshafen
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