The Initiation Rite

Two innocent youngsters
perhaps a little too young to realize

He was innocently playing and running around
as she innocently hoped switching legs, playing hopscotch on the floor ties

The intelligent universe made them to cross path
As she hopped her blond strong hair struck his little face
It was like thunderbolt strike
Gosh, Like the forbidden fruit, it altered some parts of his soul

Her hair smelled that of sweat and urine he though it was funny
Little did he know that this is the biggest shift in his life
It was his soul's brightest light

The boy has been initiated, now how he knows
He knows beauty and beauty he knows
He knows that beauty is divine
He knows the divine
He become divine