In a large green forest
Where the wind and air sigh
Lives a lonely young prince
Who often was shy
The Prince with his shyness
Hated being called your Highness
For with words such as those
Just felt empty and dry
When the time came for the young prince
To choose his own bride
He gave in to doubt
For he feared she would die
So he ran away helpless
though no one knew why
The kingdom with his absence
That was green and sublime
Grew dimmer each day
Till the darkness was nigh
It soon became empty
Until there was nothing in sight
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
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