Those who wear the crowns in this world

Are not the queens and kings

Or those with material wealth

But those who can walk through the woods

And always find a way to sustain their lives

In harmony with the nature around them

Away from the hustle and bustle

Away from demands

Away from human systems

And back to our roots

A crown is heavy if burdened with jewels and gold

Or it can also be light as a feather