Whatever I speak, all has been said before,

To the garden of knowledge, they’ve opened the door.

If I find no place on the lofty tree,

It’s because climbing higher is not destined for me.

Whoever rests beneath the towering palm,

Its shade shields them from harm, serene and calm.

Perhaps I can build a platform to rise,

And sit on its branch where shadows lie.

From this famous book of the noble king,

I’ll leave a legacy for the world to sing.

Do not deem this a lie or a fable’s guise,

Nor see it as sorcery or excuses in disguise.

Whatever aligns with wisdom and mind,

The rest holds secrets for the discerning kind.

There was a book from ancient times,

Filled with countless stories and rhymes.

Each priest held a piece of its lore,

Its wisdom treasured by the wise of yore.

A hero there was, of farmer descent,

Brave, noble, wise, and benevolent.

A seeker of days from the earliest past,

He searched for tales that forever last.

From every land, he summoned a sage,

Who brought forth the book from a distant age.

He asked them of the kings of the earth,

And the noble lords of exalted worth.

How the world began, what form it bore,

And why it now lies in a state so poor.

How their reigns ended in fortunate tides,

With their days filled with courageous strides.

One by one, the nobles began to recite,

The tales of kings and the world’s delight.

When the commander heard their lore unfold,

He founded a book of fame to hold.

Thus, a legacy was left in the world so grand,

Praised by the humble and noble hand.