ESSENCE

The root of my spirit

Commanding!

Rich with pride and gratitude for design

The seed planted in generation

The spirit in fine fettle by the strength of its root

Stand in watch as the sun directs

Cast its rays on borders and fright

The delicate shade of earthly limits

Spite that flow in thoughts and labors

Quake of bare roots a faultless pursuit

Fallen trees bare no facts

Short-lived ruling of borders and fright

Shared alertness takes aim at duty

Cries of spirits far and wide

The soul stands firm

To claim just dues

Spread the seeds

True by repair

Let them play

Explore

Grow

Be children