The Naive Bard

There was once, a bard who was young

An elf, who yearned for the perfect song

Through forests deep and mountains high,

He roamed beneath the starlit sky.

With silver lute and voice so bright,

He played beneath the pale moonlight.

Yet notes would fade and chords would stray,

No perfect tune would seem to stay.

He sought the winds, the rivers wide,

To learn the songs the world would hide.

Through whispered leaves and ocean’s roar,

He swore to search forevermore.