A Saga of Might

Upon the waters drifted,

A boat of paper slight,

It sank beneath, 

'Tis no tale of a boat, but a saga of might.

Toward the beckoning flame,

The tiny moth took flight,

 It burned away,

'Tis no tale of a moth, but a saga of might.

Upon the ocean’s shore,

A castle made of sand, 

It washed away,

 'Tis no tale of a castle, but a saga of might.

Beneath the sun’s bright rays,

A tiny lamp grew dim, 

Its light was lost, 

'Tis no tale of a lamp, but a saga of might.

Across the heaven’s chest,

The comet’s script was spun,

It faded out, 

'Tis no tale of a mark, but a saga of might.

Against the mountain’s feet, 

The stream’s persistence fought, 

It went bone-dry, 

'Tis no tale of a stream, but a saga of might.

Amidst the winter’s sting, 

The final petal fell,

 It withered down, 

'Tis no tale of a bloom, but a saga of might.

Across the bottomless sky, 

A kite of paper flew, 

The string was snapped, 

'Tis no tale of a kite, but a saga of might.