Golden Boy
he felt
the earth
beneath his feet
along the rugged
trail of trees
each step
drawing him closer
and closer
to the center of his soul
as he climbs higher
and higher
to the summit
of a sunset
he is not alone
an Eagle flies overhead
beckoning him further
along
whenever he grows weary
he stops
and rests on a rock
a butterfly lands on his hand
resting, too
he can hear the chorus of birds
chirp
the squirrels scraping
against the bark
he listens to the quiet
of deer walking
sees the sunlight
dance with the wind
he makes his way to the river
and bends down
his cup runneth over
he watches diamonds
wink on water
the whisper of wildflowers
on the bank
a yellow leaf drops down
and floats on by …
he watches it
‘til it disappears
from sight
he feels free
happy within
he continues on
his path
he needs no map
at the crossroads
a little boy
looks back
stops and waves
before he takes off
flying
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