A Boy Stood on an Elephant

A boy stood on an elephant
And watched as sunset came and went
And stared above with shining eyes
At stars afar in darkened skies.
“If I could go,” he said, “up there.
Way past the clouds, beyond the air.
I would be the blessed one.
The noble child, the favored son.
Oh! I would grasp beyond my reach.
The things I’d learn, the things I’d teach.”
But what are boys and elephants?
What are dreams and testaments?
Who’s to say who can’t and can?
Who’s to slight the peter pan?
If boys don’t dream, then who can fly?
And oh how we all yearn to fly!
To live so large you burst with joy.
Like an elephant or a dreaming boy.
So, let them hope. Please be kind.
Don’t deny or rob them blind.
Let them build and risk and fail.
A dreaming boy is a holy grail.