I would rather rest my head
where tall mountains
rise from the ground
seeking light from moon and stars
and warmth from a bed of dry leaves
I would rather walk unadorned
in greens and earthen browns
than prance about in silver and red
before cheering crowds of strangers
I would rather be the modest bear
simple and plain, slave to none
than the one who dances in chains of gold
and sleeps on gilded sheets
