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Through emerald halls where whispers weave, A prince of leaves takes breath to grieve, Not loss nor sorrow’s fleeting sting, But joy beneath a woodland wing. His suit, a bough-bound tapestry, Threads gold and green in symphony. Vines clasp his cuffs like nature’s creed, A forest sovereign, sprouting seed. Golden threads like sun-kissed dew, Light his heart with power true. Around his chest, life’s endless vine, Circles time’s eternal spine. Hair like tendrils, tempest-wild, Frames the face of Earth’s own child. Eyes alight with mossy gleam, Hold secrets born of root and stream. He walks, and ivy stirs in wake, Leaves whispering what words can’t make. A steward, crowned by bark and shade, A throne of roots, his realm displayed. So here he stands, where worlds entwine, A man, a tree—a green design. The pulse of Nature, bold and fair, Breathes through the veins of the Greenward Heir.
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Through emerald halls where whispers weave, A prince of leaves takes breath to grieve… Not loss nor sorrow’s fleeting sting, But joy beneath a woodland wing. His suit, a bough-bound tapestry, Threads gold and green in symphony. Golden threads like sun-kissed dew, Light his heart with power true. Around his chest, life’s endless vine, Circles time’s eternal spine. Hair like tendrils, tempest-wild, Frames the face of Earth’s own child. Eyes alight with mossy gleam, Hold secrets born of root and stream. He walks, and ivy stirs in wake, Leaves whispering what words can’t make. A steward, crowned by bark and shade, A throne of roots, his realm displayed. Golden threads like sun-kissed dew, Light his heart with power true. Around his chest, life’s endless vine, Circles time’s eternal spine. So here he stands, where worlds entwine, A man, a tree—a green design. The pulse of Nature, bold and fair, Breathes through the veins of the Greenward Heir.
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