ThE GuNNerS DrEaM

The child is happy. Looking into the object by the curosity of exploring. There comes the cloud of lions roaring down to the feet of little born shaking heartbeats with tears in hand. Where is the green garden of god where he laid down and dreamed about the fantasy of life? The leaves have gone dry. The burning light of sun is straight on the face. Where is the shadow of cloud that was touching the sand of happiness? It was here only few moments before laughing and dancing like a young butterfly with rainbow on the wings. What happened to the butterfly? Who took it away from the green field where the child looked at it with questions surrounding the mind like earth to the sun? Now the child is alone in the empty desert of painful wild wind. There are miles to go looking for second eye. Having the smile of life in mind. The child is just moving on the rude path of endless river where there is no sea to meet. Has the child grown? Has he learnt to fight with cruel shouting crows? Now the sun is leaving him with all the pain and night is waiting with the strange animals. Just waiting to release them. Will child be able to survive the coming storm? He is looking at his empty hands but there is no one to hold them.