Apaluon: To Dwell Forever in the Golden Hall

This fellow is a talented poet. I happened upon his work by accident.

the golden light of the sun
through the branches i watch the rays run
They fall upon the autumn forest leaves
In the withering forest that grieves
Scattered rays that fall upon the earth's foil
And glitter on the drops of dew in the soil
Cascade their gold into the mould
Of fallen autumn leaves in fall
Forever i want to dwell in this golden hall