Sees the ocean, sees the trees, watches the waves.
He reaches for the moon with his little hands, reaches for the clouds.
He walks, faster, his feet carry him, he drifts, almost, through the sand. The waves reach out to him, his little feet and little legs engulfed.
He smiles. His small eyes sparkle. Gets on his knees and buries his childish hands in the sand.
He laughs.
To him, the world is beautiful. Sunrise. Light.
His face glows in the sun's new presence, and from his infinite wisdom.
This boy. Merely a boy. Completely innocent.
He doesn't need anything. All he wants is to reach for the stars and hold onto them until he cannot hold on to them..
anymore.
