Kings have come here, Champions have gone
No match to my father, there is no clone,
He completes with solace, heart of our home
Through magic he changes, spring from autumn.
With great feel and heart, he bears the Sun
As tree, to shelter birds and insects for fun,
Motive of ecstasy, becomes buckler at field
Convincing voice of you, healed and always appealed.
The first role model, hero of you and me
Way to ocean of hope, cluster of love and glee
May you stay holy and grand, showstopper of the World
Being in your cozy vision, I feel proud and free.
