The Happy Prince's Unveiling

Oscar Wilde's pen, a gilded grace, Wove a tale in a forgotten place. With words like silk and thought so deep, A prince's heart, a bird's soft leap. He didn't need a sword or shield, Just gentle prose, a world revealed. A statue's sorrow, mute and grand, The little swallow, close at hand. The jewels given, one by one, Beneath the gaze of moon and sun. His skill to make a heart so cold, A story of love, so brave and bold. He taught the world that sacrifice, Is more than gold, a higher price. Through Happy Prince, his art took flight, And filled our hearts with a tender light.