A New King in Denmark

Frederik X, King of Land and Sea, a Crown for Every Beat

Born of a Queen, yet forged in sweat,
Frederik X, your crown you set,
Not just on marble, cold and gray,
But on the pulse of every day.

From teenage days, a vibrant streak,
Of fast cars, parties, laughter bleak,
You traded speed for iron will,
An Ironman's heart, your spirit still.

The waves of Baltic kiss your land,
A Viking's echo in your hand,
But words, they stumble, find their way,
In deeds of strength, where actions say.

You speak the language of the strong,
Of muscles pushing, righting wrong,
For nature's call, a champion bold,
Climate's foe, in stories told.

But bridges built, must span the tide,
To hearts that beat in worlds outside,
Where sports hold sway, but shadows lie,
Of those who yearn for different sky.

A king for all, the challenge stands,
To mend the gaps, with open hands,
To find the chords that bind and mend,
A symphony where all transcend.

So let the drums of progress beat,
For science, art, on common street,
With empathy, your compass true,
A king for every dream anew.

Frederik X, your reign unfolds,
With lessons learned, and stories told,
May every word, from heart take flight,
And bind your land in golden light.

This ode, dear king, is but a start,
A spark to ignite the wiser part,
May you, like Hamlet, find your voice,
And lead your Denmark, by choice.

Remember, Frederik, your crown transcends the physical, it's built on the connection you forge with your people. Embrace your strengths, find the common ground, and let your actions sing louder than any stumbles in words. You are a king for a new era, and Denmark awaits your unique symphony.

~Bard