Wild or calm, the wind's journey is always on
In thick thunderous cloud's or in crystal skies the sun's path's apparent
Seas blue like oceans and jays part of the rhythm of the orb
Housing our worlds, nursing our beliefs cryptic niches
Yelled or smiled at by life, fight to find your niche
One step at a time time the best of empiricism
Understand to be understood - listen to be lent an ear
Bumping side by side at par with your beauty are brains
Each of which blends well with your whisper like voice
Seamless buoyancy of youth and the will to dream
The will to discover, rediscover then conquer
Palatable are pies spotted by eagles not magpies
Yeast baked or unleavened some pies are total poison
Everyday without end, wish you best pick for this reason
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