Honour, Fire and Water started a journey
They travelled all over without a pony
Over sparkling seas, emerald meadows and golden farms
Till they parted into different ways to get the charms
If they were lost, they should find each other
Fire could be found with the grey smoke which make flowers to wither
Water could be found with the mosses of his footprints
Chilly weather always follow him making the world a mist
But Honour, the slippery guy- how could he be found when you let him go
No, he would never be found, eventhough you travel with the wind that blow
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