He stands illuminated, memories etched in gold.
His body a canvas, the light reflects his scars.
The path ahead unclear, the future unknown.
Past lingers close, laid bare for all to know.
Carved in the fabric of time, he stands and ponders,
What else is out there, beyond the green wonder.
He dreamed about the moon, but failed to comprehend,
That without sun's love, the moon could not ascend.