A garnet in the garden
Once again, we are "once upon a time",
urging the story of a prince or perhaps,
a story that was not of the prince's life -
life that was not life in fact - because
it is not a prince we are going to meet?
We should hurry then and start telling
the story of who you are meeting.
"Whose is story this?", you can ask,
but even after reaching a new end,
we could not tell whom we have just met.
"What is there to tell, then?", don't blink,
but a story we are sure to find, I think?
From nowhere this story maybe came, and
nothing extraordinary it may contain,
except the emperor's son, our main man!
It begins then, this story, in a garden
of most sweet green, flavor and color,
but wait, are you still in doubt it seems,
are not you still thinking within:
"Can an emperor's son seek to be a prince?"
"I am understanding nothing of this!",
you still protest, but can't you wait a little,
and let me finish? I bet you'll find this tale
interesting or at least bewildering,
or at least it can make you giggle.
So, in the palace gardens were the prince
and his faithful father, giving the common
walk around the leaves and the flowers.
"Father," asked the prince, "why our people
have suffered so much since the battles?"
And so, as they walked around, it seems,
the father answered: "The answer you seek,
hidden in this garden, it lies. If you want
to know the reason prayers are unanswered,
then let the air and the colors be your guide."
As weird as it might seem, the prince looked,
and look'd as much as he could, but nothing
could explain to him the question in his heart:
"Why I lie in this wonderful garden,
while people burn in the streets outside?"
"Dear father!" cried the despaired prince,
"I cannot find the answer! I cannot see it!
Why is there no reason to this? Why is the suffering
outside, reaping and free? Why is there dark,
when sun here is so good and carefree?"
But a marvel the father produced there,
to calm his son's heart, he plucked an apple
from a tree, and soon as he showed it to him,
it turned out into a bright and shiny garnet,
stone crimson like a fiery starlet.
"In the day you can explain why this garnet,
flame-flower, came to rise in the garden,
in this tree, you will be able to
see, and to explain, why people suffer endlessly,
outside the castle, outside of these aisles."
So the son rose from there, from the floor,
not knowing yet why the ways were these,
but an answer he had, something he could explain:
"We are not different, I can see, there and here,
we all suffer from the same mysterious grip.
The shades of pain are mighty and diverse,
yet I see suffering also here. But yet a difference
I see: while the arts can easily ease our life,
outside they might be alone in the dark...
Maybe an excursion is what I need!
Dear Father, help me in this quest!
Allow me to fly over the castle's nest!
Allow me to see the suffering's shadow itself!"
So was the prince's request, transgress the walls,
and see where was the suffering's final rest.
"Your desire is granted, but with a clause I grant:
if you desire to see the world's suffering,
once you return you will ascend
and become this kingdom's ruler!" said the father.
"I willingly accept!" was the answer of the kid.
So the story was this, I hope you liked it.
What, do you want to know what happened
to our dear prince? I don't know the rest, nor
the fate of him. Nobody knows it. Not even me.
Do you want to imagine it? Shall we?