Song of Poplar

Poplar on the wind whispers stories of old Her words are worth more than gold As each ballad is about to unfold The eye of destiny looks beyond When she was young she was cared for by a sage Who was also great mage But he died of old age And she was alone among storms filed with rage She looked as soldiers passed by One prayed to see his home looking at the sky When the soldier would die Silent tears poplar would cry Poplar spirit traveled celestial maze There she saw things that would amaze By divine fire separated destinies including one in first phase One that from parallel to expanse math would arise