One Hazy Step

The leaves are changing
But Spring's long since passed
And nothing seems to be in its place.
The sun won't shine, though it is there-
A perfect sphere of orange enmity,
Protruding with hesitance
Through a foggy haze.
It looks as if the source of life is
Rather burning all we know,
Burning all we ever wanted.

And there's a boy in search of
Something else.
He knows not where to find it,
Or how to find it,
If he'll find it.
Yet he proceeds onward with
The advice entrusted to him
By his father.

Each step is a mark of progress,
Another license to further explore,
But remember that it is only possible
With the step that came before.