A sky filled with pink rose, lilac purple, soft orange, and blue shallow water streaks...A sun golden against the horizon...A song of birds and yawning children...A signal of hope resonating throughout the Earth
The fog rolled out and the waves beckoned...As the moon's pale light triumphed over light clouds and the dark night...Causing my heart to beat in perfect harmony with the crashing waves and calling wind...A symphony begun I stepped into the water and was welcomed with a salty splash...The ocean was where I belonged...It was my home...Yet the home I know keeps its secrets well...Even as we plunder its depths and destroy its life...My home is still fighting...Because it is still in grave danger
A vast blue blanket rolling in the breeze...A wet forest awaiting to grant life...A dark night revealing little of its secrets...and An adventure calling my name
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold:For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage,Commanding tears to stream through every age;Tyrants no more their savage nature kept,And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.Our author shuns by vulgar springs to moveThe hero's glory, or the virgin's love;In pitying love, we but our weakness show,And wild ambition well deserves its woe.Here tears shall flow from a more generous cause,
RISE up, rise up,And, as the trumpet blowingChases the dreams of men,As the dawn glowingThe stars that left unlitThe land and water,Rise up and scatterThe dew that coversThe print of last night's lovers--Scatter it, scatter it!While you are listeningTo the clear horn,Forget, men, everythingOn this earth newborn,Except that it is lovelierThan any mysteries.
SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,That while my footsteps tread the flowery sodAnd the great woods embower me, and white dawnAnd purple even sweetly lead me onFrom day to day, and night to night, O God,My life shall no wise miss the light of love;But ever climbing, climb aboveMan's one poor star, man's supine lands,Into the azure steadfastness of death,My life shall no wise lack the light of love,My hands not lack the loving touch of hands;But day by day, while yet I draw my breath,And day by day, unto my last of years,I shall be one that has a perfect friend.Her heart shall taste my laughter and my tears,And her kind eyes shall lead me to the end.