Once a upon a time there was a young boy
Who lived in a (little) box that looked like a toy
Though embroidered with colourful patterns and flowers
The box unfortunately had no special powers
He fit perfectly in the box from his head to his toes
So compact and perfect and protected from foes
He was safe and sound as long as he stayed in the box
If he ventured around he could be eaten by a fox
Though the dangers of the land were a negligible problem
every step seemed like a direct step head first in a column
he felt it may mean he no longer appreciated his home
so small and perfect, but in reality his tomb
His body would grow with every step and stride
Which he falsely equated with him building in pride
Allowing himself to roam only one hundreds steps a day
To shrink back in his box in time or so he would say
One day in the box, the boy felt the earth shake
He heard all the sounds that wars tend to make
Like canons, swords clashing, even loud cries and roars
They were sounds that were difficult to simply ignore
The boy though curious, about the things happening outside
He decided to stay in and be certain and alive
The sounds kept going for three days and three nights
Until the noises because faint and he was no longer in fright
Cautiously opening the box and taking a small peek
He saw destruction all around him which made him want to seek
Everything in the land that had been under attack
He walked and walked until he grew too large to go back
The smoke and the broken rocks had continued for miles
In the far distance, he saw a group of Warriors in files
One lone Warrior, however, happened to be away from the group
Standing right in front of him and he suspected, this may be coup
He carefully observed this Warrior from the back
And observed that they had certain qualities that he lacked
Like being courageous and brave, fighting for what is right
All qualities that he longed for, glorious and bright
As he was staring, he realised that the Warrior was a she
He thought to himself, but how could this be?
The boy had never seen a female warrior that was heavily armoured
To be fair, he had not seen much, not even a harbour
He waved both his arms to get the Warriors attention,
but he was so small and inaudible, it was not worth the mention
There was no way to hear him, she could not hear his voice
though she would have wanted to with the mightiest of choice
One thing was a beauty, one thing was true,
she had special powers, possibly one thing or a two
she could hear her generals orders from away and afar
that's why she was alone and away from them all
She never heard the little boy, not even a peep
Yet she perked up and stood straight by her inner beep
The general was speaking with no words of any kind
knowing this as an order, an order spiritual timed
The Warrior looked around for this spiritual sign
she turned around to see a little boy, small and fine
fine on the in and fine on the out
yet not knowing why he was so small and not the least stout
She looked up and down to see if there was a wrong
yet nothing seemed more perfect other than he was not long
Another one of her powers, mysterious as it seems
she knew ones spiritual size with no use of means
He ought to be bigger, way bigger than she
ten times her size in fact, how could his current size really be?
She loved him immediately, with love filling her brim
starting from her toes all the way to her chin
There is only love in this world, only love that exists here
nothing else but love battles and love training between peers
to learn about love, and the boundaries of love
love, love, love there is nothing ever above
She put her finger out to lift him up to her nose
so that he could see whatever that he chose
he walked half way up her finger before recalling his box home
where he would return, and go back, forsaking the Dome
The Warrior returned to her clan and continued to train
in battle as it was her duty whether in sun or in rain
she felt him come to her one night in her sleep
and perched on her ear and whispered like a sheep
She shoo-ed him away as she knew what he meant
However, one thing was clear and NEVER meant to be EVER bent
to train in spiritual-love battle, one must verbally ask
ask away with pure intention and with zero mask
He was so small, with such a eedy beedy tiny little voice,
she could not hear him, and also feared to violate his choice
a choice that needed to be requested loud and verbally clear
or else it was a violation that would be heard without an ear
Not in this world, nor any other could this ever be
a choice of a heart is as sacred the Queen Bee
what happens to the little boy? What really could there be?
No one knows but the sacred within all that's in He
© Nahal Haghbin 2018