Far from the reach of anyone, beyond the mountain peaks and past the deep forest, there lies a meadow. A beautiful landscape covered in a blooming of flowers as far as the eye can see, a place were both the sun and wind are entangled in a harmonious dance. At night it is beaded by a a field of stars and the light of a million wishes. A place untouched by man and only ever seen in the dreams of those who wonder. In this meadow the faint sound of foot steps can be heard, followed by the innocent laughter of a child. You see in this meadow their lives a boy a mere child, who runs and laughs as he brushes against the tall grass. His feet planted deep in the earth, with the soil and grass cushioning his every step. The meadow provides all that the boy needs, his hunger is filled by the plentiful fruits growing among the bushes and trees, his thirst is quenched by the clear stream, whose water melts like that of sugar on your tongue. The boy is never alone as the wind runs alongside him, the flowers reach for his hand, and the sun breathes laughter with its light. When he gets tired as he often does, he picks a tree to rest beneath, the branches embrace him. Comforting him in his naps as they sway to the wind and provide a blanket from the sun. At night the boy lays in the softest patch of grass and gazes at the night sky. He loves the night sky as he sees the stars run and jump just as he does. He adores the moon and every night he retells his day to it so it doesn’t feel left out . The moon has a certain warmth not like of the sun, rather soothing warmth that calms him and at times a tear is felt down his cheek as the reflection of moon is mirrored. The child knows not of sadness for his life is only of purity. He doesn’t understand why this happens, but the boy isn’t bothered by it, rather he feels closer to the moon; as perhaps it’s the moon talking back to him that creates such a reaction. The boy is happy, he’s happy from dawn to dusk and only ever loved by all that which surrounds him. The boy unfamiliar with the likes of man, greed, sadness and the weight of sin, appears to be most human. Not for his lack of experience but for his worth of being, as the boy is at times a drift. A feeling overcomes him one of absence yet he’s in no need of anything, he isn’t bothered by this feeling. He again is only seated in comfort for the boy knows that just as the meadow is vast so is his joy and perhaps there’s unexplored corners of his self.
Well beyond the reaches of doubt and self loathing there is a beautiful meadow, where a boy runs laughing. He screams of joy as the wind chases behind him, he reaches the sky as the clouds wave back. Untainted by sin, free of wrongdoing the meadow grows. Passed all that is not known, beyond the reach of the finger tips of those who loved, there is a meadow. A boy who knows only the warmth of the sun and the company of moon lives happy.