Deep in the forest
of a distant memory
grew two tall trees
one silver and one gold

at the end of a river
was the tree made of silver
it shimmered at dawn
with the light of the moon

ignited in fire
was the tree made of gold
burned brightest at dusk
with the light of the sun

blossoms of cherry
and silvery dew
leaves like the beech tree
with a golden hue

deep in the forest –
down in the darkest depths of our mind!
it’s our memory –
it’s all the stories left behind!

deep in the forest
of our distant memory
a dark shrouded mist
came rumbling through

in a deafening silence
it came with the wind
a black spider of old
hungry for light

the fire was snuffed
and the trees were devoured
the forest of memory
burned into ashes
burned into ashes

blossoms of cherry
and silvery dew
leaves like the beech tree
with a golden hue