• Daises dance, the trees whisper
    the green grass glistens in the summer.
    songs of the birds carried on the wind
    oh such beautiful sounds.

    Alone it stood in between the beauty.
    Silently cascaded in gray
    brittle leaves lay across its surface
    with dead trees hiding it form the day.

    Opened doors crusted with rust
    its creaky floor covered in dust.
    Darkened rooms lifeless and bare
    no light shown from anywhere.

    Forgotten it shall be
    Empty and hallow was she