I haven't Been able to write lately, quite like I once did
I began to show you my real self, and to your room you ran and you hid
I heard what you were once called, the words you spoke left me appalled
So I thought of a new name, the queen of the leaves, and on the edge of your kingdom,
The peasants stop, and they stare
At the golden crown, woven into your
Hair
You sell them on tradition,
They all leave with a smile
And they say "thank you queen, oh thank you queen, I can see why your garden always stays green"

A wise wizard approached you one day with a confession
He proclaimed he saw you in a lavender induced dream, and it was so wonderful that when we awoke his whole day was already ruined,

You responded in a whisper, please fear not, mister...,I'm sorry but I do not know your name