Warm drops of petrichor Stream from the trees To the forest floor Try to find me In the morning mist Neath the canopy Where once we kissed Where I am held by evergreens Silently With their oaken eaves I am where The scent hangs in the air Where I drank the dew And met your stare Where you can sleep amongst the leaves Peacefully Dream of simple things I should have followed you O, the warm, warm forest floor... Where I'll dream no more I felt the outstretched arms of Death Reaching 'tward my heaving chest But in the Orchard I was kept Safe within that thorny crest