The Lost Woods Poem by Cameron Lee

Wandering through the oak tunnels, looking for a sign.
Seeking out an old friend, they call the hero of time.
They say the children shouldn't leave the forest, but I just have to know.
Before you were the hero of time you were my friend, I need you, were did you go?
I follow the melody that leads to our secret place we use to play.
Seven years have past, and I've counted every day.
Please dear friend, will you someday come back?
I seem to have gotten lost in the woods, as time has swept my tracks.