A small boy ascended a lofty willow tree,
To catch more of dawn's serene decree.
From dangling boughs, he watched the sun's ballet,
A soft ray of light upon his soul did sway.
Caressing his heart, this feeling's sweet embrace,
Doubt and worry vanished, leaving tranquil space.
His thoughts grew quiet, only his mind remained,
Pure and gentle, like a cloth that's unstrained.
In this desolate plain, a bush did sprout,
With it, a child perched high, there was no doubt.
Gazing at the crimson dawn's enchanting race,
His imagination embarked on a magical chase.
Seeking the sun's flicker, in dreams he'd find,
The most serene spot for his wandering mind.
There, he stumbled upon a treasure so bright,
A lad in a tree, basking in the sun's light.
Warmth flowed through the boy's frame so fine,
He closed his eyes, shutting out the world's whine.
While kicking a hanging branch, a smile did adorn,
As he hummed contently, in dreams, reborn.
You won't believe what he saw at morn.
He saw a young man, on a strong tree branch he'd sit,
Watching the radiant sunrise, bit by bit,
Drifting deep into a slumber so profound.
And there, he saw just one more person around,
On that very branch where the sun did rise,
The enchantment of the dawn, the boy did surmise.
He watched the world in the morning light,
Awakening from this dream's gentle flight.
