Each being has a charter, Something, to symbolise its essence. Natureโs way to cater, For its passion and presence.
A smiley face, An ocean breeze, The cityโs pace, A story to seize.
Not just a symbol but a bridge, Between you and the self you never want to lose. To define you as much as you do it. Your charter holds the passions you will choose.
Like a vast meadow; barbaric, And wild. Just daring you. To run it through to its end and muse, At a portal carrying a breeze of tomorrows dew.