The Blue Mountain
It’s a hot July afternoon; the sun takes its rightful place
The Queen of the Sky, the source of light, warmth, and grace
The hills leading to the Blue Mountain have become dry, an empty space
Except for yellow grass, thorny plants, and brown soil
The wind is still, no breeze, no moisture
A little boy is walking the hills, seems very determined, headed towards the Blue Mountain
His feet are bleeding; he’s got no hiking boots, only a pair of slippers
His pace is getting quicker and quicker
What’s on the boy’s mind? Is he a flicker?
A reflection of the sun’s light on the far river?
But he seems real! No flicker
After a while, the boy becomes thirsty, his mouth is getting drier
With each step, a thorn sticks his feet, the sun boils his head, yet his will’s getting stronger
Three hours have passed, the more distance he cuts, the more the Blue Mountain seems farther
What’s on the boy’s mind? His friends left him alone after he’d told them
That he wanted to touch the Blue Mountain! Don’t you see? He added
It’s very close; we could reach it walking the hills, a step at a time
They turned their backs on him, they thought he was insane
He took it on his own
For he is a leader, a stranger, and an explorer
Finally, the boy decides to turn around, he realizes the mountain is getting farther
But he didn’t give up on the dream of touching the Blue Mountain!
A few months later
The boy was on the Blue Mountain, drinking from a pure spring of snow-water
How did he make it? Was he a stubborn explorer?
It does not matter…
The little boy not only did touch the Blue Mountain…
He explored it, enjoyed its rugged paths, and drank its snow-water!
Now that’s a leader!