This gushing wind caressing my ears,
is whispering a tale of ancient years,
a tale of a king and his kingdom,
his pupil with happiness and freedom.
But why this tale sounds so dear,
so close to heart and oh so clear?

(Is it the king or the kingdom,
No no no it's the freedom,
Is it all? Then why it feels less,
hey, you missed the happiness,
Yes yes, so that's the thing,
Not the pupil nor the King.
happiness and freedom,
is what makes it so dear.)

So lost in thought,
I missed most of the tale.
Then I paid attention,
to the rest of part.
It had all flavours of a good story,
romance, action, drama,
and deeds of bravery.
Then as the story ended,
the wind was gone.
and left me standing there,
all alone...