Lack Of Humbleness Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A king's bright crown, a heavy weight,
He sought a name beyond the gate.
He built tall towers, strong and grand,
To etch his legend on the land.

But busy hands, once held in love,
Were forced to toil, like birds above,
That never rest, but search and strive,
While joy and laughter ceased to thrive.

His quest for glory, loud and bold,
Brought weary hearts, both new and old.
The gentle peace, a whispered prayer,
Crumbled beneath his selfish care.

He conquered lands, he piled up gold,
His name in every tale was told.
But in his quest, a bitter cost,
The love of his own people lost.

Their fields lay bare, their hearts were sore,
They wept for peace, they craved no war.
The fame he sought, a hollow prize,
Reflected in their tear-filled eyes.

For lasting peace, a gentle hand,
A loving heart, throughout the land.
More precious far than any crown,
A king's true worth, laid gently down.

Now watch your step, you leader tall,
Before you rise, remember fall.
True greatness lies not in renown,
But love and peace, throughout the town.

So heed this tale, if you rise to lead,
Plant seeds of kindness, sow the deed.
For love's soft light, a brighter gleam,
Outshines a fading, hollow dream.

T.M.Solvang