The Summer Oaks What transpires in our shade
under our branches deals are made
A generous portion of his crust
for a silver bell he could trust
The raven’s gift he took
The curse to break
Deep into the woods
To find the lake
Stare not into the water
Stare not into the water
Stare not into the water
Stare not into the water
#21. He then saw in the reflection all the riches of the world and dove in, forfeiting his life to greed.
