Bright and swift he hops aboard a train
Whizzing past a forest, beach and hill
Hopping off to mutinous applause

He is the rain, the brain, the ground
The mushroom growing ever tall
The conquered king who still feels free
A statue’s shadow, one for all
The plains-to-mountains set his fall
The sunset colors on him glow
The high sky tears, unleashing gales,
The demon wind, his unseen foe

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