Muddy shoes along a woody track;
A scent of rain as the sunlight dampens the day.
He is young and his mind new to the forest.
The beat of the city is the beat of his life.
It is the only dance he knows how to perform.
And yet, as he faces the fading light, dimmed by the thickness of the leaves, he hears for the first time;
the melody of trees.
So soft, so soothing the melody is,
And he dances with the wind.
He finally stops and looks in the waters and there he finds,
a lady so fair, so beautiful he begins to cry.
The tears are not of pure joy, but of guilt.
She is sick and she too is weeping.
The boy knows now and with a deep breath, watery eyes he wanders in to the waters, takes hold of the lady and with a thin voice he pleads on behalf of all mankind,
