elvenking
the dweller of rhymes
From the branch where he dwells and lies Nature revealed in cloak of rhymes A verse, hidden mirror And from the treetop of an oak He laughed at people down beneath  With his eyes travelling over the scene (so strange) He could mind-trace the flow None of them realise something shared beyond It's like a lighthouse from the port Leading the boats to their quay  [Chorus:] Lone but 