Rick Wakeman The Forest
Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the earth Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave mother nature birth Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen, A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been The shore now gone behind the hills, a forest in our sight, Rocks and distant mountains, bathed in waves of blinding light Forests from far gone time, no living man has seen, A private prehistoric world, for you and I a dream Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides their fear, Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage Hidden deep below our earth, a frightening, bygone age Their shepherd came, now long extinct, a huge primeval man The three men filled with disbelief, just turned as one and ran. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Eric Wincentsen [email protected] Glendale Community College, Glendale, Arizona "I believe in Women's suffrage. Women may suffer as much as they want." -The great, Godlike Eric Wincentsen +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-
