Look towards the zenith,
Till your sight can see.
Aim for the apex,
Move towards it free,
Debacles are just a part of living,
But like a Brook you move,
Untouched by them,
Still learning a lesson and groove.
The threads of your destiny,
Are not woven by desires though.
They look for a heart,
To go through up and low,
The hands that can carefully,
Take them such,
That a fabric of life,
A pattern of life, Is formed,
Mixed with colours of strife,
But still so lovely so informed,
Presenting a model for,
Many others to feel glee.
Look towards the zenith,
Till your sight can see.
Aim for the apex,
Move towards it free.
