Beneath Beech Forest

The swamp is covered with marigold The smell is reminiscent of ballads of the old The creatures living there are eerie but have hearts of gold Many stories of this place are told Beyond the swamp large clearing lays Above it owl at night often flies Between the clearing and the forest Forest in which nightingale sings his choirs There lies cemetery under beech trees Long time ago wife gave young soldier a kiss So for at least this moment he felt bliss What he didn’t know never feeling it again his destiny is For as he died from mortal wound He was buried in this cemetery deep in the ground Surrounded by marigold He was not much above twenty years old Now all after him one traveling there sees Is a cross beneath beech trees There is no name on the cross And that is a great loss But as wind gently murmurs in beech trees through the night There between the trees shines eerie light It is the soul of soldier who gave his life in a fight And it is an uncanny and powerful sight For what is at horizon edge Compared with a distance from swamp to cemetery ledge It is a start of what power of the soul is to greatest abstract mind And only here in ballad of nightingale among beech trees it is found