Autumn Crown by Flora-lass

Autumn Crown

Oh, how I wish that we had never left

Our forest home, our ancient Silvan-space!

For we return, of full two-thirds bereft

Without our King, whom I cannot replace.

We struggle north, so weary of the road

I long to care for all, still mourning him

Yet if I look behind, to ease their load

The horror fills me, and the sun grows dim.

But, far ahead, the trees come into view!

Greenwood the Great, aglow at summer's end

We will revive, and tend these lands anew

My father's realm is now mine to defend.

With leaves of yellow, red and golden-brown

I weave this hope into my autumn crown.