His father told him, "Boys don't cry--
Why can't you do what real boys do, like playing football?
Just get out of my sight"--
His father's last cruel statement left only delight...
He left the house that wasn't a home, gazing at the sky
And the rain softly whispered, "It takes a real man to cry"...
The clouds parted company, leaving the radiant ones' smile
'Twas nought for his young legs to eagerly walk a short mile...
And there she was, free of judgment and naked of pride
The lightness of Being, swathed him with Love's tender kiss
When in the arms of Mother Nature, nothing felt amiss...
She welcomed him with her roving carpet of evergreen
It was his secret place to cry, amid wild flowers, unseen...
He asked the fairies for permission before picking buttercups
The pulchritude his immortal soul beheld was nigh utterless...
As he was offering cups of the sun to the father of the woods--
He caught a glimpse of her picking daisies
Which she cheerfully offered unto the meadow stream
Fifteen years later, they wed, neath the Rowan tree
Transcendent of worldly desires ~ One with Thee...