Majesty

In bold bright letters I did draw
an image of the world on stone.
I closed my eyes and then I saw
the light, the silence; there alone.

Right behind me grew an apple tree
with branches slim but strong.
The wind wove through it - just for me -
a lullaby, an ancient song.

I picked up its apples from the ground
one by one, and with a golden string
that I took from my hair I bound
them to another tree - eternal spring.

A peaceful calm then settled down
and mist came dancing near.
No king ever had as grand a crown
as I was blindly wearing here.