Beneath the ancient, whispering trees,
Where shadows dance with regal grace,
A kingdom breathes in silent dreams,
And kings of old find their place.
Their crowns, like stars in endless night,
Gleam with wisdom’s gentle glow,
Ruling lands with strength and might,
In tales that time will ever know.
The echoes of their noble reign,
Reside in hearts and stories told,
A legacy that shall remain,
In whispered winds and legends bold.
In the realm where history sings,
The spirit of the kings survives,
Guiding us with invisible strings,
Through the passage of our lives.