Who is this boy,
dressed in tatters and vines,
like a boy of the wild
like the wind of the air.
What is this girl,
dressed in cleanliness and joy
like angel of the sky
like a gentle pool.
Why can't I look away?
why is he crying?
what should a say?
I know...
She's staring is she okay?
she's seen me crying ?
what does she think?
I must...
'Boy, why are you crying?'