Not for you

Searching for a peaceful life

In pastures green.

Where hordes of leaves

All cast their shades

And sing in waves

When they strike down.

In peaceful glades.

True colours show in darker times

Crimson flows near crooked spines

The glowing stars might just reflect

The brightest of them all.

It's no mystery what lies beneath,

Roots reach out far and run and leap.

Not one shall know,

what tendrils feel,

When they reach deep

Below mortal feet.