A Tree within a Garden
Of crowning fruits it bore
An Eagle in its radiant height
Free and unchained, it soars
A King, a God, a Human to be
His only fear, his own mortality
The Companion, the Guide, the respectful friend
A wild soul, allured to bend
The call of comfort echoed
In the Tree it chose to lie
But an Eagle that has forgotten to fly
Was never meant to stay alive
A King, a God, a Human to be
His only fear, his own mortality
The Companion, the Guide, the humble friend
A tempered soul, brought within
Sickness blooms in the waning Oak
His bole decayed, but he cannot cry
Lifelong pride yields to sudden desperation
A stark truth no Man can deny
A King, a God, a Human to be
His only fear, his own mortality
The Companion, the Guide, the fallen friend
A tamed soul, forced to an end
When flesh must fail, how enduring is strength
When history is left to those who paint