Sitting down,
With a wealthy crown, 
It is difficult to notice the different, small parts that make up the gold throne. 
Any need to understand such parts definitely has flown.
Seeing the kingdom expanding over the hills and mountains,
The surveyor-King may notice how much progress has come since the initial burst of the fountains. 
Each small hamlet within the empire was founded on a common principle first,
Then the populace become knowledgeable of other methods and created new methods with a burst.
Coming from that creative time, came the advancement of primitive ideas and technologies,
Thereafter the poet of poets started reciting one word lines, short anthologies.
Ascendancy,
Supremacy.
Regality,
Formality.
Pride,
Side.
Progress,
Redress.
The grains of sands of the kingdom are thus recalled to the royal court, by a poet in striding.
Anyone who heard noticed this knew that the analyst of the kingdom truly went Camel riding.