Welcome to the land where the rains paint the heavens grey
Grey to an orchestra of trees that sway in rythm to the whistling of the east wind, a collaborative birthing of sweet melodies
Melodies so smooth halting time and space, bringing mind and taste to a place where rivers unite as lovers entwined.

Entwined into memories unwound reminding of a man once known, boy maybe
Maybe it was he who once stood at the precipice
Precipice upon which stood the platform that encouraged his Conversations with the stranger
Stranger was he who helped put his wonder asunder

Asunder became like an enchantment discarded. No, he will never forget the day

Day now unfolding to reveal the essence of the visitation.
Visitation now becoming a regular, leaving behind a tear or two which he shed on a daily.
Daily has now become the reminder with reasons for the boy in the man to always see the man in the boy as he peeks through the eyes of time.

Time, the gift he carefully stored away in his treasure chest…blessed.