As the heart of the unknown, Sang in the wild; A soul woke up, A soul of a child. The child was none other, Than the moon's itself; A guiding light, To none but himself. He followed the song, The song of the unknown; Would he ever find it, Would it be known? He followed and sang, In the unknown way; In a state of trance, To a beautiful bay. He saw the ocean, Sing with it's scars; The voice of the unknown, Beneath the stars. He asked the ocean, "Who really are you? Who made me follow, To this ethereal view!" The ocean smiled, On the child's fascination; Remembering the memories, Of her own imaginations. She told the little boy, The story of a river; Who had dreams big, But resources fewer. The little river dreamt, Of meeting the stars; Whose thoughts felt like, A field of flowers. She flowed and she flowed, And wished her little wish; Till the day finally came, A moment she'd never miss. She met the ocean, And saw the pretty stars; Forgetting her pain, Forgetting her scars. To this day, She sang her little song. A hum in the wild, The voice all along. She finally concluded, "Go little boy- Go dream big, And find your own joy." The child of the moon, Went fleeting away; Creating a path, A celestial way. The child went above, And saw the ocean below; Sing her pretty song again, Into the unknown...