They Say
When he cooed, doves flew to him
When he smiled, the skies brightened
When he sighed, the seas stirred
When he signaled, worlds were enlightened
They say he never raised his voice
Never became angry or cross
They say he didn't walk, but glided
That his feet gathered nor dirt nor moss
He was seen in times of trouble, severe distress
In lands of drought and famine, in the debris of tornadoes
On battlegrounds everywhere, in the aftermath of war
When floodwaters receded, in the wake of volcanoes
An enigma bound by a riddle, with a tiny heart for a seal
Absent an ego, from this World his Fate was to steal
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