Turtle boy

A turtle boy plays with a flat volley ball on the edge of a cliff
A kite flies over him, attached to a string, barely visible
He flings the flat ball towards the sky
Soaring high, it can only challenge gravity for a while
Detached, how can the kite defy the pull?
Turtle boy jumps to catch the ball
Climbs a tree and takes an apple from his pocket
Mr. Apple, does egoism exist in you too?
Mr. Apple reigns in supreme silence
A big bite of apple keeps 1/10th of a doctor away
A display of aurora sky and all land becomes white with snow
Angels lie on the ground and flap their wings
From a wooden house, the smell of hot red wine in a cauldron
Seeps into the clear night
Purple, green and red hues spray their magic into the sky
Turtle boy draws a rainbow on a paper
Folds the paper into a plane and hurls it into the coloured heavens
“I now have a rainbow kissing my northern lights”, he whispers
Mr. Sky, does egoism exist in you too?
The colours change to pink, blue and magenta
There must be some egoism in the sky too, thinks the boy
It satisfies its vanity as the earth is its mirror
A star flickers, wink wink, says Mr. Sky
Turtle boy buries the seeds of the apple under the snow
Spits on the snow and dances around the buried seeds
He chants to the heavens and ceremoniously worships the small seeds
May my self-centeredness become as small as the tiniest seed
And may my conscience grow as big as a miraculous gigantic apple tree wrapped by dancing northern lights