Leon and LARDO (Seguidilla)

You’re the tree from the old tale
grown to own its Earth.
A fellow, ship of good deeds
See, you’re sea enough.
Echa to each one
of us as a budding seed
your crown is on tour.

To the fat one from the sky
heed not your fine steed
you’re a preaching from goodness
a loft from soft trees.
Pain you should not aim
the leftovers are not yours
don’t keep me waiting

Ruddapoet