Her song was slow and alluring,
As the forest and her was one.
One magical being,
who really likes to sing.
Her song was food and nurture,
as nature was the support
on which we build our future.
No more lies, no stone fort.
The words were not there,
and yet she would heal
that part that we were always
missing, ready to steal.
The steel was cold, and the
The Spaniard guy went deep into the forest
without knowing why.
All foreign, dark and uncouth.
The fountain of eternal youth
was hiding behind the
waterfall, the fall
on the Empire leading us all
To an abrupt end, send
the cavalry in, he whispered,
only to see her
one more time.
There is nothing cool
in being the fool
he could not bring
the ink, no Zing. That thing
called heart just stopped
a thorn would grow
inside of it. So be it!
The forest is still there,
the story never made it out
back to his people
until now. But how
can you exchange one love
for another. Bitter
like the root of the Father Time.
Or Lime. Same feast,
a different beast.
At least...
