Boy on the moor...

Sitting atop

The tallest mountain

He seems too eager

To learn from the sun...

His legs intertwined

Infant-like;

A wild hum

Resonates his silence.

Jumping valleys

Sharpening bamboo,

His eyes are shrouded

By the clarity

Of his learnings

While he plans

His world, for himself.

With a smile

That echoes

Some strange innocence

He seems to answer

Every heartbeat around

Only stopping to listen

To the advice of his own...

A willing hand

A reassuring nod

A reflective radiance;

Of peace, within

He seems blessed

With a mind

Unperplexed

By fickle longings

Needless to say

The boy on the moor

Will find his answers

One fine day

Cuz only clean souls

Will find home

Amidst pine trees;

Only clear hearts

Will receive warmth

From strangers...