The deep valley told me a secret, but little it knew I was not to be trusted…

There was a boy. He thought that the grapes were green and the apples red. That all peaches were peaches. That trees were still and hearts moved. Once he saw grapes that weren't green and apples that weren't red. Peaches that were apricots afterall. He saw trees running with him, some fast and some slow while inside a train and that the overwhelming site of it all blinked no eye, the excitement moved no heart.