(Finnish for 'boy')
He gently traipsed through mud and marsh,
And softly did he sing;
The melody was sweet and low
And spoke of wondrous things.
His tiny foot squelched in the mud, worms of wet soil pushing up through the cracks between his toes. He laughed quietly, as quiet a sound as only a child could make. A man's voice is so much louder by its very nature. But he was a child, and children can do many things that we adults cannot.
The young Boy put his other foot forward and made the same juicy squelch. Then he laughed again as he pulled his first foot out of the thick mud and it made a popping smacking sound. The Boy smiled and looked forward and kept on his path, walking calmly into the night.
The marshes were wide, and beyond them he could see the Trees. But the marshes came first and so he crossed them without such fear as one would normally expect in a child. He showed no fear of this great unknown. This was a place he had never been to before, though it was so very clos