Up on a lighthouse,
kissed by the rolling waves,
a young child is gazing at the stars,
while his dreams become alive.
Sudden moves carve in his eyes,
so quick do they seem,
so powerful and moving,
as if in a dream.
He tries to reach the stars,
which he so eagerly observes,
a futile try in the end,
for he can never reach the birds.
He sits down absent-minded,
so desolate and shocked.
His dreams were crushed to smithereens,
in his eyes he's lost all hope.
There by chance,
he fortunately lowers his gaze,
and catches there beneath him,
the blue rolling waves.
Then his eyes lit up,
as if a fire was ignited,
as if hope he regained,
with the fire that he started.
No more he would reach for the stars.
No more would he want to fly aside the birds,
he would live in this Earth,
the life he deserves.
*It is foolish to reach for the heavens,
when you still haven't explored Earth