He came from Smoke Plane, naked, and distant and insane.
With joy he entered Fire - prevailed in his game.
The worlds ring "truth"; The air sings "love",
The green says "yes", the Sun nods "now".
He came, he saw, he conquered - the Diamond Bear cub;
The Rainbow Goddess smiled and left her Solar tub.
What joy it is - the world obeys, to every flake of snow.
TIS' NOT THE KING THAT POWER WIELDS, BUT BLADES OF GRASS UNKNOWN.
