Who has brought the sadness of the blue moon
and shone its dim light ln our king?
Who painted the sunlight which touched
the sea breeze and taught the birds to sing?
Who has the power to posess fire-breething
mountains, or take thunder to the tall trees?
Who holds the forces that bring giants to their knees?
Who could play with controversy and corupt
the creatures that hold peace, only as a means
of finding the truth? Who indeed...
Who holds honour over all cause of circumstance
without ever forfitting his youth?
To those who know this, father; foe and friend
of all time. Let us give thanks and praise,
for a father he is...a friend forever and
only just at the right time.
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This is a wonderful poem of philosophy and hope and optimism in the face of all manner of evils. I gave it a nine because it wasn't perfect. It was just a great, great poem. GW62