[ wp ] Write a story beginning with `` His wispy words did wake the walking woods . ''

His wispy words did wake the walking woods, 
 
 They bowed their heads to him, their quiet king, 
 
 And in his presence, they drooped their leafy hoods. 
 
 He walked among them, slow and free, 
 
 He walked among them as an equal, 
 
 As time had given him every right to be. 
 
 Flowers opened before his bare feet, 
 
 The animals came to chirp their greetings. 
 
 He bowed to them in turn, smiling ever so sweet. 
 
 The king had come to find his peace, 
 
 In the place his wife had come, 
 
 The time had come, he truly felt, for life to give him release. 
 
 His wispy words did wake the walking wood, 
 
 Where joy and sadness coincide, 
 
 Though they were sad, they understood, 
 
 And there, the quiet king died.
