The forest of my childhood
I'd play and wander
Before Innocent was squander
In lies of adulthood

I remember your paths
Each tree and den
I remember when
We'd have such laughs

The fields adjacent
The tress on the hill
It's a bitter pill
That age is so vacant

The Oak tree amongst cow
I'd climb and conquor
I'd feel such a plonker
If I tried that now

The scurrying fox
A pleasant memory
Of a time so free
Before age knocks

My childhood forest
I still remember you
Before storm ran you through
And took you to rest