Beyond thy creaking boughs

Blow wind blow.. whisking withered leaves betwixt thy ancient oak trees.. scattering fallen acorns from yonder blasting southern strong breeze..

Mind boggled yet bewitched I stare below thy canopy above..merely a glittering glimpse of golden sunshine ye’ unveil to me a labour of love..

An abundance of Mother natures creatures clandestinely, camouflage amidst thy hidden depths..interwoven, entwined twiggy hideaways nestled amongst opaque branches intercepts.. in the moonlight of the eventide eerieness bellows from within thou heart and soul..a witchcraft of mumbo jumbo echoes ghostly out of thy sound hole..

Mysterious, supernatural scarey woeful woos..belching beyond thy creaking boughs whilst perspiring mournful blues..with heavy heart and despondency I return in the dark to thee.. tho moping wails of melancholy thy did not comfort me