The big multicoloured crown
Topped by the sea-green ring
Tinged by the white circle around
Touched by crimson purfling
Together with the bright silver cover-
The complete crown was waiting
For the king to appear;
But the king would never appear to wear the crown
No one knows his name, he is of such renown.
Behold, hypnotized for an eternity,
The great creation on the western sky
With a beholden heart for the artistry;
But the colours faded soon rendering the crown dry
Unmoved the artist moved to the other corner of the sky
To create town and hill and river
With golden bricks and rocks of silver.
