In a kingdom draped in shadows, where silence reigned supreme, Lived a prince with a heart heavy, lost within a dream. His crown was forged of sorrow, his throne a bed of thorns, For he wandered through the corridors, where hope had long been worn. He gazed from castle windows at the world beyond his reach, Where the rivers danced with laughter and the mountains seemed to preach. Yet he felt like a statue, bound by chains of royal fate, While outside in the meadows, life thrived without debate. The trees stood tall and steadfast, their branches stretched so wide, Though rooted deep in soil, they swayed with every tide. Their leaves would whisper secrets to the gentle autumn breeze, And he marveled at their freedom—how they moved with such ease. With each passing season’s canvas painted bright and bold, He watched as trees transformed from green to fiery gold. They bore witness to the storms yet remained unbroken still; In their stillness lay a strength that echoed through the hill. “Why must I be confined?” he pondered with despair, “When these giants stand unyielding yet dance without a care?” He saw how they embraced the sun while sheltering the rain; In their roots lay ancient wisdom that could soothe his inner pain. One fateful day beneath an oak that whispered tales of yore, The prince knelt down in reverence and felt his spirit soar. For in that moment fleeting—a connection pure and true— He realized hope was not lost; it blossomed anew. Though stagnant in his station as heir to a heavy crown, He found solace in acceptance; he could rise without renown. Like trees that bend but never break against life’s cruel decree, He understood that freedom dwells within one’s heart—like trees! So he left behind his worries and stepped into the light; With every breath of fresh air came courage to ignite. No longer just a figure trapped within gilded walls— He became one with nature’s rhythm as destiny calls. Now when you wander forests where sunlight filters through, Remember this lost prince who found hope among the dew. For even when we feel stagnant or burdened by our plight, There’s freedom in observing how nature takes its flight.
