Lost and Found

In the beginning there was a little boy,
He found in the simplest of things joy,
Who looked at the sky in wonder,
And awaited the sound of thunder.

He saw the rainbow and clouds,
He heard the nightingale sing aloud,
And in that he found paradise,
Until others thought to make him wise.

They said it is but a fool's task,
To look at nature and in its glory bask,
The wise do not ponder in such trifles,
And thus his joy was made to stifle.

He grew older and became wiser,
And he stopped wasting his time on such trifles,
Yet in his heart there was forever a long,
To again listen to nature"s beautiful song.

But his desires were not meant to be,
And his sorrow no one cared to see,
It was not his enemies but his friends,
Who made his true joy end.

Bound he was now in chains,
And all his efforts came nought to gain,
His cage was made of love and affection,
And it made his torment beyond comprehension.

But to his surprise and wonder,
God sent along an angel in all his splendour,
One who freed him from his prison,
And saw the light in his vision.

Prettier than the prettiest woman,
Was the sight of sun rising to the heavens,
Sweeter than the most melodious sound,
Was the sound of breeze flowing abound.

Thus found at last was what he had lost,
And the boy learnt to pay the cost,
You do not value it until you are bound,
And then is the value of freedom found.