His soul lay naked in the sun.

He reached for more but there was none.

He grimly reached again,

And became a man.

A tree fell.

Branches splintered and snapped.

His spirit screamed with tiring pain.

Thoughts of limits flushed from his brain.

Others found golden wealth,

But he found himself.

A tree fell.

Dust bellowed and filled the forest.

Waves of nausea crashed through him.

Blaze of strength and resolve grew dim.

Then he broke the threshold,

Beyond fear or cold.

A tree fell.

Pieces of bark and wood flew through the air.

No reporter will tell his story.

His reward is private glory.

Realized all he could be,

Forged the magic key.

A tree fell and no one heard.