Under the Greenwood Tree

Under that greenwood tree

Where shadows grow thicker

Than the shades and the colours,

Cooler than the breeze of easterly winds

The seeds of musky flowers

Tend and groom themselves to grow

Through the weedy thicket of woody grove

And greet the birds and bees alike

Under that greenwood tree

Wind that rushed to me from you

Carrying the first whif of fragrance

To make me fall in love with you

Spellbound I fell into the trance of sleep

To see you come in my dreams in the rob

Of finest silk that slipped your ankle

To give me a glimpse of you tiny feet

Beautiful as it seemed with all the

Jewels that went to adorned the steps

You take on the stony street, the tapping

Of the heel that tapped my heart and

In the throbs I hear the name you bore

In my mind scribbled to last.

The shellac coloured hair that fall

In tresses and curls and waves and all

Strands of which always struggle

To disentangle from the weaves of silk

Vie with each other to protect the dignity

And modesty you carry as you walk

Ever young ever fresh as new stalk

The kiss of time on my hand

The sands of time hold you fast

Keep you alive in your footprints

That you left on the sand behind

The time and tide were all there

To wash you into oblivion.

Under the greenwood tree I nourished

Desires and dreams to see them flourished

I tied them all one by one to the leaves

And have them hung to see them grow

With the greenwood tree of life

All my dreams, all my desires

Remained there all clung to the dry twig

That had died long ago and waiting for

To fall this autumn, the tree outgrew

My dreams and desires and with the tree

There I was a cobweb shaped old man

With the strands of grey hair.

Under the greenwood tree, I will come

To sit for while and reflect on my past

To count the air and breathe my last.