There was a boy.

When he had a dream.

The dream was so distant.

It began to distance things.

 

They asked how he felt.

He replied cold when there is no snow.

He wanted a flower.

The weather did not let it grow.

 

There was a boy.

A Garden filled with beautiful flowers.

He had tools and every hoe.

A beautiful bouquet tied with rope.

 

They asked for a gift.

The present was not enough.

Living life on a cliff.

To fall would be rough.

 

There was a boy.

Now a man.

He holds life in his hands.

For it to wash away, the end.