Were rivers ran like liquid dreams and mountains reach the sky
a child was born and a mother sang a gentle lullaby
did not the gods smile favourably the day this boy was born
for in his heart he bore a gift that golden summer morn
the world had lost its way and now it needed lessons new
things would never be the same as the child came in to view
as though the people of this world had surrenderd love for fear
zeus gave to all a wake up call now his loving son was here
born a child he grew a man as years came and went
nobody could have known the power of the emerald boy he sent
at twenty years he left his home to wander far and wide
a warrior now he faught the dark with a lion by his side
he chased away the sadness and fear and broken dreams
and filled each wake with love and hope amazing as that seems
the world began to love again and the warriors work was done
so let this be the day we learn to every rising sun
its better to spread happiness and love your fellow man
so live your life and dream your dreams the kindest way you can

Always a pleasure to read your writes