The Kingdoms of Old

In ages past, when history was young,

There were kingdoms of old, with stories unsung,

Where rulers reigned with a mighty hand,

And the people followed their every command.

In the North, there was a kingdom of snow,

Where the winds howled and the rivers flowed,

Where warriors fought with fierce might,

And the winters lasted through the night.

In the East, there was a kingdom of the rising sun,

Where the mountains stood tall and the fields were done,

Where scholars learned and poets wrote,

And the beauty of nature was their only mote.

In the South, there was a kingdom of the sun,

Where the deserts stretched and the rivers run,

Where traders bartered and merchants sold,

And the wealth of the land was their only gold.

In the West, there was a kingdom of the sea,

Where the waves crashed and the ships were free,

Where sailors sailed and fishermen caught,

And the bounty of the ocean was all they sought.

But the kingdoms of old were not without strife,

For wars were fought and battles were rife,

Where blood was shed and lives were lost,

And the price of power came at a great cost.

Yet, in the midst of all the chaos and despair,

There were heroes who rose with courage and care,

Who fought for justice and the greater good,

And sought to uplift their people as they should.

Their stories are told in tales and lore,

And their legacy lives on forevermore,

For though the kingdoms of old are long gone,

Their lessons and memories still carry on.

For the kingdoms of old were more than just lands,

They were the products of people's hearts and hands,

And their legacies are the lessons we learn,

As we strive to build a better world in turn.