Touch my temples And leave my

Tone as examples

Send a miraculous sign and

See me as advantageous

Order Beneath to be obliging

Beam me a recluse in realizing

That my Desire is To have a regal entrance

And will leave my Drought to the past

Sew in a feud of tapestry

Of colors To Seed my mood

As Won is my state

And my wreath is actually a cane