On a planet so distant, with forests so wide,
Lived Zilbo the Martian, nowhere to hide.
His skin changed with
feelings, a green, gentle hue,
With a smile like a monster,
but a heart kind and true.
His passion was simple,
just collecting the shells,
He found flavors inside them, ringing magic bells.
He lived in the region called the Radiant Ground,
A glowing bright floor where
true love could be found.
Oh, the Radiant Ground! The light faded fast,
The magic of love, a shadow of the past.
The Martian spirit turned selfish and cold,
A story of darkness that had to unfold.
But Zilbo the tiny, he knew what to do,
To bring back the bright
glow, to make love feel new.
He took his nut shells, his energy fuel,
And started his journey, defying the cruel
Challenges waiting, the rivers and the snow,
His hope and his pure heart continued to glow.
The secret he found was no curse or dark spell,
Just the lack of true
gratitude where Martians dwell.
A selfless pure action was the key to restart,
To fill every person with love in their heart.
He returned to his home,
with a clear, honest sight,
To perform the great act
that would summon the light.
His cherished nut shells, his most precious prize,
He shared them with everyone,
before all their eyes.
A simple devotion, a spark caught the air,
The love that was sleeping began to repair.
The cosmic synth bass is ready to pump!
And suddenly, shining, the radiance came back,
The ground glowed with magic,
right there on the track.
But the twist was the sweetest,
the truth he then knew:
The shells held light seeds,
that he spread as he flew.
By eating and sharing, the magic was freed,
The love was recovered by a tiny green deed.
Zilbo, the small hero, with love as his might,
Saved the whole planet by spreading his light.
Now when you walk here, you
feel love deep and sound,
Because of Zilbo and the shells he unbound.
A Martian so tiny, a spirit so grand,
He made the ground sparkle across the whole land.