The horizon...

Standing on the hill
When the runaway kid
Watched the distant mill
And the road that to the town leads
He was full of glee...
'Finally I could the horizon see
As clear as the red yellow line...'
And his eyes with wonder did then shine...

'How long will it take
For me to meet the daybreak...
Right at that bend of light
Where go to rest all the kites
After the daylong tireless flight
For how many years would one walk
To reach that band...if one walks non stop...'
The kid wondered aloud still staring lost
At the prospect of reaching his oft dreamed spot...

Then he finally started the walk
Straight from the hill...the comforting top...
He walked...in rain or shine...
Amidst hails...lightning...snowflakes fine...
He met countless men women and trees...
He travelled through deserts and blooming valleys...
Through long courses of streets...
Through plains covered by mossy leaves...
For how many years he didn't count
He was so much to the golden horizon bound...
His hair grew quite long
Like a sage he became at age too young...
The more he travelled the more he knew
Horizons once met bring horizons new...
Finally under a big green shadowy tree
He sat to unravel the horizontal he...