Once upon a dreamy sky,

A chestnut-haired girl came out to play.

The girl, nicknamed Tulip nowadays,
Stumbled between brambles
And cantered between canvases of light and rain.

The Enchanted Forest was its name.
The ferns and fungi flourished into bloom.
The slender  creek was suffused with rainbows, terrain to the croaks of toads.

Yet after three years time
The rainbowed creek churned into sludge,
The remainder of the toads were the ghosts of their cries,
The doe-eyed girl grew,
And the forest, once enchanted, now harsh with scorn.

Time breaks down nature.

Knowledge breaks down memories.