The Boy (Interlude)

In a place where the skies

are always the blue

There once was a boy

a boy just like you

In the day he would play

or lay with the book

And eat up the food

that his mother would cook

He chased all the birds

that lingered to sing

For watching them fly

was his favourite thing

But when bird was quick

and harder to catch

He chased it to bushes

and off his path