(Part One)

When you look in the forest

Lay the trees

No one knew

How they were there

But all of us

Had a guess

And it all was

About withering

So while no one

Could know

What the answer

Truly was

We all took a

Gander at them

On the ground

Withered trees

(Part Two)

When they realized

He wouldn't survive

They went to call/fall (?)

Upon the court

Back to the scarecrow

After it withered away

People could not believe it

So they round up the hay (?)

That one scarecrow

Became a million others

But the only thing

Each one is one of a kind

Back to that hotel

In my mind

It shut down

When all the light went out

(Part Three)

And to this forest

Slowly decaying

All these withered trees

I don't even know how many

So look over here, this grave of trees

And this forest just conceals them all

Look at this graveyard

Of withered trees

Withered trees

Withered trees