A Strix occidentalis am I,
Soaring the highest skies.
When you see my beautiful spots,
Remember all is not lost.
I am a Queen of a tree,
Homing owls, free in the breeze.
The Queen of a King,
In songs you sing.
King Hoole was his name,
His courage and intelligence his fame,
A King who have retrieved an ember,
From the volcano's flame.
Who am I?