And sitting atop

A grand magical

Forest green we

Wondered what if

We joined forces

You of magic

Me of beauty

Could would should

We change anything

In your world

As in mine

There are troubles

That we cannot

Prevent nor cure

There is pain

Suffering and despair

We are not

The harbingers of

Change but simply

Kings of possibilities

Only when the

World disgusts itself

By its selfishness

Only then will

They notice us

With hearts empty

And eyes open