autumn season

 i been sitting under the oak , in my invisible cloak , came to the forest , to make my own nest , i found my own muse to invest , watching the lakes and thinking about happiness and heartache , in the darkest part of your heart , your pull out the art - scribble down an little poem and put  the initials of him in   the tribe and realize you lucky being alive , hearing the animals playing , reindeer jump around and chasing , how its time for the birds to leave the chest to move out , east but know they always comeback - its the autumn season , and i know you comeback for an reason , i know you did