There was once a mighty king from the forest

With branches so high and roots so porous

He watched over the meadows and past the vales

As he guarded every stream, path, and trail

He tamed the rapids and anchored the canyons,

While his bountiful fruits conquered the famines

His roots gifted plants with his surplus of water

His trunk gave shade to all who wander

His movements are subtle and yet quiver with might

He protects all, even in the darkness of night 

He may be noble, he may be kind,

But does our king have a dark side?

There was once a mighty king from the forest

With leaves so dull and bark so torrid

With a figure so grim and an eerie glare

He spooked every deer, mouse, and bear

Plants ablaze, trees burning

Danger loomed, chaos yearning

He brewed the storm and concocted the lightning

While his army looked so dauntingly frightening

Every trunk was aflame one by one,

branches and leaves were scorched and undone

He may be restless, he may be scary

But wasn’t our mighty king once merry?

There was once a mighty king from the forest

who was never cared for and never nourished

The king was once merry, he guarded his kingdom

Yet grew thick with decay, and his realm lacked wisdom

The king faced regret, and his heart filled with anguish

He had no reason, he had no language 

There once was a mighty king from the forest

At once noble, and yet horrid