With coat like sunlight dappled on verdant fields,
Kingpaca reigns, where peace and wisdom yield.
No haughty monarch, on power’s throne confined,
But gentle leader, with nature’s grace entwined.
Across emerald meadows, it grazes with gentle stride,
Leaving trails of wildflowers, where secrets gently hide.
Its eyes, like pools reflecting azure skies,
Hold wisdom ancient, in depths where kindness lies.
But beneath the calmness, a spirit strong and deep,
Protects the land it cherishes, where harmony can sleep.
For Kingpaca remembers, the pact of ages past,
To guard the verdant haven, where life forever lasts.
So approach with reverence, and tread with quiet feet,
Respect the stillness, where nature’s whispers meet.
Offer not dominance, but a heart that seeks to know,
The gentle strength of leadership, where kindness helps it grow.
Then, in the dance of sunbeams and dew-kissed blades,
The king unveils its wisdom, beneath the whispering glades.
It shares the secrets, of balance gently kept,
Of harmony nurtured, where trust and respect are adept.
And as the sun descends, painting clouds with gold,
Kingpaca watches over, a story yet untold.
But in your heart, its spirit will remain,
A whisper of kindness, whispered through the rain.
So raise your gaze, when meadows whisper peace,
Let Kingpaca’s guidance, forever bring release.
For in the depths of nature, where wonders softly gleam,
The gentle king’s spirit, forever watches your dream.