Grunewald

• Pearling clear waters

Slowed and quickened

By the gust of

Cold autumn wind

Binding the waves

To their earthy grave

Gated by

Great Leafy Trees

Dancing in the silver mirrors

Of the unruffled waters

Throughout which

Long spiraling barks

Of mellow oaks

Crowned with yellow

And green

Stand uniform

In their earthly halls

Surrounded by the rare silence

Of the city of Gray

Grown around it all