In a game of rules, so neatly laid,

Keeping them, a challenge in the shade,

A quantum leap, a dance so grand,
A cow takes flight, in moonlit land.

The moon, it shines, a distant goal,

But it's the leap that claims the soul,
Boxes of life, on shelves they rest,
Dusty tales, by time caressed.

A sober mind in tailored grace,

A conservative suit, a serious face,
His father's memory, forever keen,
Wheat grains hung, like dreams unseen.

"If the world should end," his father spoke,

"Seeds we'll need, for life's rebroke,
Hang them there, on that timber door,
Hope for renewal, forevermore."

Yet with age, the questions came,

Challenging logic's steady frame,
"If the world should fall," the son dared ask,
"No soil to sow, no future task."

An earnest voice, a weighty thought,

In the echo of words, a truth was caught,
To open doors, step out and roam,
A life of choices, a soul's new home.

His mother's image, from darkness sprung,

A memory's tune, softly sung,
Things align, as if fated to be,
A jigsaw puzzle, a mystery.

For the first time, the world's allure,

A kaleidoscope of values pure,
A pattern shifted, a new design,
Broken glass forms colors divine.

The light of this world, a radiant guide,

In patterns of life, we now confide,
A geometrical shift, ego's refrain,
Harmony found in broken pain.

So let the cow leap, let the moon glow,

In the heart's quantum dance, we find the flow,
It's in the leap, the step unbound,
A world of wonder, forever found.

So it's all very well, to set the stage,

But the leap's the thing, on wisdom's page,
The cow, the moon, they play their part,
But it's in the leap, we find our heart.