A naked child rides bareback on a horse of white.
His head held high, his arms and legs flung out full wide,
he seems to rule his centerpoint, and gravity
upholds his claim, for though he japes with silly tilts,
they're just a game; he never waivers from his course
nor takes a spill from running mount to rocky earth.

The Sun draws close to judge his worth, so near
it pushes Sky aside. Audacity is nothing new,
but this boy lightly takes a road that founders knights
and stymies fools. A doubtful Sun expects him downed,
like others who outreached their skill, instead the pair
make daring leaps and gallop onward, faster still.

With impish grin, the boy shows off, as though he knows
his path full well. He gathers petals from the wind
then twists his wrists - now flowers twine around his hands,
a living crown of summer wealth. Adept for one
who looks so young, he sets it on his head and laughs.
Amused, the watching Sun approves The King of Day.
 

The Hanged Man
Death
Temperance

The Devil
The Tower
The Star

The Moon
The Sun
Judgement

The World