The Mountain Man

The mountains told me a story

A legend of an old past

Heavy memories do it carry

Being shared at long last. 

Long ago there was a prince

Stripped he was of all riches and caste

Betrayed and wronged by his closet kins

Alone he was, to be so till his very last. 

To and fro, he lived his life

So and so, went by his days

With nothing to live, for nothing to strive

He would search for some light to shine his lonely ways

He searched and waited but never succeeded

Failed and defeated he fell to the ground

Finally dejected he thought his life's ended

But that's when he sensed something all around

Lo and behold, he saw the wind 

Rising for the grasslands 

Bringing a breezy mint

Is this for him he wondered! 

Low and behold, he saw the trees 

Dancing to the wind's music

Accompanied by humming bees

Is this for him he wondered! 

Low and behold, he saw a doe

Looking at him with its round eyes

Wondering what to him does it owe

The prince humbled stands and cries

The prince cried, first tears of sadness

For what he had lost had him greatly pained

Again the prince cried, but now of happiness

For all that he'd lost, the mountains he'd gained. 

So this was the tale of the abandoned prince

With all his treacherous and unkind kins

At a time, he might have been a lost little male

But he'd turned into the mountain man, the hero of the tale.