Once a beautiful Melodie,
rustled leaves in harmony.
Within a very big tree.

Lovingly so,
swaying too and fro,
yet evil inside did grow.

At a wedding the tune,
to hatred did swoon,
killing the loving groom.

Now it does rot,
in sickly red fog,
yet hope dies not.

The return of that song,
the leaves do long.
Come back where you belong.

Stop singing off-key,
Return heart to glee.
Come home, fair Melodie.

DJB - TBA