Wonders of

The old forest has gone gray
Brush has spoken, dissolved
In wonder of before
And thunder catapults thick license
Yes... yes
Though, what about before?
And then, what about thee, who I adore

The grayness cannot be spoken lightfully
Nor could either darkness nor lightness be perceived
As gray reason
And neither could you
And neither could I

For, what were those spoken seasons gleaming over the shadows
I wonder, what were the dark days like from position of the tree?

Yes... yes
Though, what about before?
The yellow bricks cry
And then, what about thee, my whore

And what of those days?
And what of the sky?
And the last person speaking, in a gloomy voice
Desiring... To understand you
And neither could they
And neither could I