Trees wave in the wind,
Dead branches leaving no trace,
But a mournful sound.
The Gods in their halls,
Pay no heed to Earth's troubles,
They watch with distain.
Escaped from the clouds,
He brought humanity warmth,
And was chained for it.
The ruler of all,
Decreed it should be so,
Chained forevermore.
Pitier of men,
Whose kindness brought him much pain,
Until he was freed.
The son of the king,
Freed the chained one with his strength,
And he was grateful.
Now Prometheus,
Said not to pick the apples,
For they would kill him.