Another poem for my latest work. Sureshot the King. Publishing soon.
Countless water drops form a sea
How many grains of sand make a beach?
Dense the forest is with mighty trees
Yet with so many is their one unique?
Or the rocks that line a river bed?
Like endless graves that mark the dead
Stars that fill a dark night sky
They look so similar to my eye
Lives are lived and yet are always lost
Warm summer days give way to winter frost
Those we loved remain just in thought
They joy we shared and our battles fought
Still across the land we often sing
About the honor, legend of a king
Most will die and in dirt remain
A few live on as immortal sovereign