The wind was a song 
Nobody could sing 
Yet all the day long 
It sang for the king.
He ordered his fool
To write it all down 
But there wasn't a tool
To be used by this clown.
So His Majesty sighed 
As the tune did play on
And the fool only cried 
In a corner til dawn.
When the morning did come 
The sweet music had left
Leaving His Majesty numb
Oh so sad and bereft.
The fool he just grinned 
And started to sing 
No one captures the wind
Not even the king
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
00:44 Sep 27 2024
Excellent words
EleanorRavenwood
02:57 Sep 27 2024
Thank you 🙂
LordAmirah
06:02 Oct 24 2024
Very true