The Boy Who Grew

The boy who grew and grew,
he traveled through, an alternate view
And as this little fellow plodded on and on
He grew a little more and every bit of it he shone
Always thought he knew it all
He got so tall, then came the fall,
on one fine day he realised
He knew not one thing, but two to say.
And in knowing not one thing, but two
He realised that he didn't have a clue.
And now that boy, turned into a man.
And how that man still would grow and grow.
Even though, he walked on circular paths.
And spirals were the only maps and a mind that risked
complete collapse, like Cantor, or Nash
Though he found his way back, before the shocks
Avoided the jagged forms of washed up rocks
The boy liked to go into a secret Garden
and pick golden cherries from the tree tops
To come back and communicate what was found
Lay foundations for a future ground,
that are sturdy, safe and sound
Planting seeds in heads and hearts
Organising the core and every ring
Growing leaves and branching out
Don't forget the roots, lying underground.
The boy became a forester in his adulthood
But the man, still longs to connect forest to forest.
Tree to tree is good to see
Tree to tree, is all well and good,
but its still not as sturdy, as solid wood.
So he has a dream daily,
that the forests of the world will become,
one mass of Jungle and a whole lot of fun.
The boy and the man traveled so far
without treading one step or using cars
Reached out and grabbed the stars
He went up and down, round and around
Left and right, planting seeds in open fields
Encouraging them to grow,
feeding the seedlings, 'Nurturing Tales'.
Putting back, on the tracks, fixing broken rails.
The forever growing boy, the forever growing man.
 Traveled where he liked,
disregarding the Status Quo
Like a chef pinches salt: Taking or leaving duality
The garden is a fine principality, it grows a new reality.
One where charity is a byword of sanity, not pedantry.
Not persecution, nor profit pollution, that's hardly a solution.
The boy is a man and the man is the boy
They both treat the World in a united fashion.
See behind the division with complete passion.