Hidden woods so deep

you can see me peep

through the leafes of fall

most cheerfull of

them all


wrinkled,  old  and wise

rolling of the dice

random colouring treas

ritch as painted seas


seen by every child

fantasy not blind

outcasted adult mind

palet not to find


Yellow, orange, red

fallstorm blows ahead

tearing of the boughs

groundly leafes so dead


deep under i’ll  go

when the winter comes

sleep for many months


not to be disturbed

time has been set slow

wind and storm will blow

but I will not know


sleep can be Sooo kind