Among the monoliths of the green expanse,
He walked in a silent daze.
And it was by chance, by hallowed grace,
That he came upon that maze.

Beware, beware, for its song enchants,
The songs of a broken home.
Beware, beware, the green-stroked roads,
The enthralling forest Rome.

So the winds of change carried melodies,
Through the hallowed branches’ reign
And the golden veils of long-lost memories
Danced like oblivions twirling bane.

He wandered through, and he blundered, too
Going hither-to and fro.
This was his land once, but is no more
And now where’s there to go?