The golden grasses bow before their sun
They lean in the breeze, murmuring tales of courage
The light walks through them, softly brushing each one
His footsteps whisper to the meadow an adage
When the east breeze blows
The tall grass grows
When the west wind whips
The growth is clipped
The plains do part before their prince
He echoes the path flowing towards forest
The sighs of the meadow ears do softly glimpse
For he leaves again for the woods before us
The stout trees reach with their gnarled hands
To touch he who brings them light
The prince dictates to them where they rooted stand
A rhyme to adventurers proven so right
Here shadows fall, here trees tell all
If only a traveler listen
The bark is a wall, the oak’s might is tall
But the dewdrops of wisdom glisten
Crumpled leaves do not crunch underfoot
For the prince leaves no trail behind
Only the song in their branches is put
As he leaves the shaded woods to climb
The prince doesn’t bother as the air grows thin
For a son has no need to breathe
Oh the mother provides for her child from within
Now a song from his mouth is relieved
Misty mountains, cragged and iced
A melody cold isn’t worth the price
For the sun melts away all that is froze
Since the flowers and birds only now doze
With a touch of my gaze they shall rise on this hour
You mountains forget the bite of sleet sour
For that hard icy snow will soon turn to warm rain
To spring these peaks shall return again
The whirling winds calm now to soft breeze
Honey voice of the sun is carried away
And the petals unfurl into beauty with ease
Not until winter shall the mountains be gray
The prince on this mountaintop now grows weary
Rousing spring has proved no easy feat
And the son longs to shine upon the earth clearly
Merely lighting the world with his constant heartbeat
So his footsteps won’t fall on the earth for a year
He rises skyward towards his heaven
As his golden body the resting home nears
His voice rings out above the spring din
Tall grows grass, fast flows river
Fragile flowers don’t dread your wither
Roots reach deep, mountains melt
Trees and peaks are never felled
Climb high as you can in the spring fair
Breathe in great gulps of son-warmed air
I’ll always hang above in the sky
And in fall I promise for you I’ll cry
They lean in the breeze, murmuring tales of courage
The light walks through them, softly brushing each one
His footsteps whisper to the meadow an adage
When the east breeze blows
The tall grass grows
When the west wind whips
The growth is clipped
The plains do part before their prince
He echoes the path flowing towards forest
The sighs of the meadow ears do softly glimpse
For he leaves again for the woods before us
The stout trees reach with their gnarled hands
To touch he who brings them light
The prince dictates to them where they rooted stand
A rhyme to adventurers proven so right
Here shadows fall, here trees tell all
If only a traveler listen
The bark is a wall, the oak’s might is tall
But the dewdrops of wisdom glisten
Crumpled leaves do not crunch underfoot
For the prince leaves no trail behind
Only the song in their branches is put
As he leaves the shaded woods to climb
The prince doesn’t bother as the air grows thin
For a son has no need to breathe
Oh the mother provides for her child from within
Now a song from his mouth is relieved
Misty mountains, cragged and iced
A melody cold isn’t worth the price
For the sun melts away all that is froze
Since the flowers and birds only now doze
With a touch of my gaze they shall rise on this hour
You mountains forget the bite of sleet sour
For that hard icy snow will soon turn to warm rain
To spring these peaks shall return again
The whirling winds calm now to soft breeze
Honey voice of the sun is carried away
And the petals unfurl into beauty with ease
Not until winter shall the mountains be gray
The prince on this mountaintop now grows weary
Rousing spring has proved no easy feat
And the son longs to shine upon the earth clearly
Merely lighting the world with his constant heartbeat
So his footsteps won’t fall on the earth for a year
He rises skyward towards his heaven
As his golden body the resting home nears
His voice rings out above the spring din
Tall grows grass, fast flows river
Fragile flowers don’t dread your wither
Roots reach deep, mountains melt
Trees and peaks are never felled
Climb high as you can in the spring fair
Breathe in great gulps of son-warmed air
I’ll always hang above in the sky
And in fall I promise for you I’ll cry
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