he stared up at the vast, indifferent sky
why the void was boundless, he wondered why
the stars and constellations looked back at him
and they flickered melodiously, as if singing a little hymn
his visions drifted from that of the sky and onto that of the forest
the wind howled between the branches, humming the chorus
he thought that if society didn't take him
this place he would come back to, where it was never grim
the lake shined from the starlight, grabbing his attention
the blue ripples flying, in some sort of ascension
and even though the ripples ceased
it was a mesmerizing sight, to say the least
a beautiful song was played that night
taking the boy's soul into flight
a wonder it was to him
his heart was no longer where it had been
