In my kingdom, I am not called King.
Yet, "every" voice, lifts to sing.
My loyal subjects, drop to their knees,
reaching for my hand, to kiss my ring.

In the deepest waters, it is known who I am.
Amongst the sharks, I'm known to have swam.
Manta Rays, Electric Eels, even Barracudas, scram.

On the hottest soil, I stroll with every step.
While standing on icebergs, they slowly melt.
Wolves howl, Coyotes cry, Bats fly when my presences is felt.

In my garden, I grow, the "only" thorn-less rose.
Stars twinkle, when I wiggle my toes.
And with a wave of my hand, I chose to command,
the way The Amazon River, flows.

Flames IGNITE! From my SIGHT!
I, can put the sun, in my POCKET! Just to create NIGHT!
Hurricanes, typhoons, and earthquakes halt.
For their existence, is my fault.

I've sharpened the claws on tiger paws; and BROKE, the rules of Murphy's Laws.
And with a stomp of my foot, I made the drop, that make the mighty Niagara Falls.

It is I, which commands, every beast, known to man.
Others have tried to de-throne me, yet ALONE-FIRM-I-STAND!

Who am I? Take your pick; but be careful. I can make you sick.
I can also make you well--hell, I can even silence, a cricket.

It doesn't matter who I be. Just say, it is HE!
That controls, the way it goes; and for-tun-ate-LY!
I can clean-up ANY mess. I confess. I am the BEST!
But if you need a name, don't stress,
You can simply call me, FLAWLE$