The Boy

I ran through the trees As free as the wind On a golden day On a golden breeze Trees, Whispered and sighed I spoke to them all The chestnut The yew The tall The small I ran along galleries Touched tapestries Connected to the stone Took the great winding stair And imagined everywhere Days passed by Everything to explore Amongst trees Amongst galleries Everything to find And more A door that I found A bronze arrow Fixed in its’ centre To touch To open Everything to find And more