No Kings. No Crowns. Just Kindness

🐓✨ The Rooster’s March and the Meadow’s ReplyA satirical forest fable by Forest Moss

On June 14th, while one rooster crows with tanks and titles...The forest gathers, not to cheer—but to remember:

🌱 “No Kings. No Crowns. Just Kindness.”

In a world of struts and spectacles, the smallest voices still glow.

Read the full fable and share the light.

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*(Inspired by “No Kings Day,” June 14th, 2025)*

By Forest Moss (c)2025

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🌲 The Fable Begins…

In Redwood Ridge, where roosters crow,

A gilded throne stood all aglow.

And on this perch, with pomp and pride,

Sat Goldcrest, puffed and eagle-eyed.

He flared his crown and beat his chest,

“My rule,” he cried, “is what is best!

This forest needs a show of might—

Bring boots and drums and feathers bright!”

He summoned Stagguard, clad in steel,

To march the ridge with forceful zeal.

A birthday bash, a flagday cheer,

With echoes meant to stoke some fear.

In Spark Park, critters gathered wide,

But not to watch the Rooster’s stride.

They held up signs in leaf and bark:

“No Kings!” they wrote, “No Crowns! No Lark!”

From Foggy Hollow came the shy,

From Thistleton, the keen of eye.

From brambled bluffs to river’s edge—

They marched with moss and solemn pledge.

Lantern, glowing soft but brave,

Spoke first upon a lifted stave:

“No nest is ruled by claw or plume—

We bloom by light, not flags of doom.”

And Moss the Mole, with velvet paws,

Declared beneath the fernleaf laws:

“The roots don’t kneel. The seeds don’t bow.

No crown shall bend the birch or bough.”

The Rooster scoffed, “They spoil my day!

A thousand fools who chirp and bray!

It’s Flagday, too! You all forget—

And Army’s Day—don’t hedge your bet!”

Yet none would cheer his strutting band,

Not even those he paid firsthand.

For whispers flew like seeds on breeze—

And truth, once spread, infects like fleas.

A beetle passed out bitter tea,

A mole unveiled a mock decree,

A squirrel waved a paper crown

Then placed it gently upside down.

The Rooster raged, his feathers shook,

His mirror cracked, he could not look.

And though he crowed until night’s fall—

The forest stood… no king at all.

🌱 Moral Rhyme

No root will bend to gilded rule—The trees remember every fool.

💬 Why I Wrote This

On June 14, 2025, thousands of Americans rose for No Kings Day—a peaceful response to parades of power. This fable captures that spirit in animal allegory. Even when crowned claws demand attention, the forest still listens to roots.