Three Kings

Travelling separately from so far and wide,
My princes arrive only hours apart.
Yet one is encamped elsewhere to the north,
His journey to me yet to start.

In person he'll not arrive this year,
But happy I'll still be to feel my heart:
Swelling with pride with my princes
A garden I've nourished from the start.

Within a week my happiness will fade,
When the first of my princes must part.
I should not let it bring me down,
For I know that this is only the start.