There Are No Such Tiger’s Burning in this Forest Bright

 
In the forest, oh so dark
I lay my head down to the ground
trees singing shaded tunes
ear piercing solemn lune

hands pressed hard upon my head
shadow of the tree tops spread
ground awakens thunder roars
ground awakes and asks for more

screaming creaking howling wood
above my shaking legs they stood
sun hides behind black clouds
peering peeping tree tops howl

no such love light here at dawn
shivering shaking trees do mourn
waving arms of shadows past
reawakening my somber mood

the taste of tragedy centuries passed
and centuries yet to have light
there are no such Tigers
burning, in this forest bright.