Deep in the heart of a yellow wood,
I stood alone, and long I stood.
And looked at creatures all around.
And listened to the peaceful sounds.
I then looked up into the sky.
And saw sweet nothing standing by.
Peace above and peace below,
I stood until the sun grew low.

And then I packed up all my things,
And went back to more civilized things.
But I'll remember of that day,
deep in the heart of a yellow May.
And when the days grow short at end,
and sun has set upon me, friend.

You'll know where you can find me.
Peace above and peace below,
Down into the earth I'll go.



Penned by my hand on the 1st of Chronos, in the year 348 AF.