Autumn Put Down Me Bed

Autumn put down me bed In the grass and the leaves of yours Cool me I’m hottest lad But don’t freeze hands of mine, of course. Make me marquee in wood Frail but only mine Autumn I wish I could To sleep in the bush to be fine. Give to my fallen soul View of the forest’s shade I will be dead for all I will be deaf for fate. Hairs will not be white Sadness won’t come as troop Put down the bed with light Weave endless dream in loop.