The Lone Star

In a world of chaos, a lone boy stands,

A beacon of hope, in life's shifting sands.

With eyes that sparkle, like stars in the night,

He reflects the heavens, with all their might.

His spirit, untamed, like a wild, free breeze,

Dances through meadows, with rustling leaves.

A heart full of courage, a soul full of grace,

He faces each challenge, with unyielding embrace.

His smile, like sunshine, dispels any gloom,

Warmth radiating, dispelling all fume.

His laughter, infectious, like bells in the air,

Inviting all to join, without a care.

His hands, though small, can grasp all that's true,

With strength and determination, he'll always see through.

His mind, ever curious, seeks knowledge's embrace,

A thirst for understanding, a never-ending chase.

He's a precious gem, a treasure so rare,

A diamond in the rough, beyond compare.

With elegance and charm, he lights up the scene,

A captivating presence, a radiant sheen.

In his solitude, he finds inner strength,

A resilience that blossoms, at life's cruel length.

He faces adversity, with unwavering might,

A lone boy, so strong, shining ever so bright.

With every step forward, he leaves a trail of grace,

A mark on the world, that no one can erase.

His presence, a blessing, his spirit, so pure,

A lone boy, so precious, forever secure.