On a tree trunk, sat a little boy,
Thinking of life, thinking of the world.
His thoughts drifted to a world faraway
Where virtues fell as rain
And hearts spoke when words failed
A land so pure that knew no deceit
Where dwelled the righteous of men
A realm where the ruler and the ruled stood together
A gate of abundant glee opened its way
And a stream of goodness cascaded across
A land protected by valiant sentinels,
Flowing pastures that brewed loyalty
A land that shall remain only in the heart of that little boy,
Who sat on a tree trunk, thinking about life.