This human spirit is nothing but ceaseless wonder
Encompassing in it all that it passes through
Never does it even once flounder
No doubt I always do wonder!

Reticent when it has to be
Adaptable as the situation seems
Unwavering to the call of duty
Full of admiration to nature’s beauty.

Malleable to human struggles
Fortified by ones foibles
Bolstered by inner confidence
Tepid to inconsideration.

Even as life goes through its swings
It slides and swings back to its bearings
Ah! What would this place be?
Without the wonder of this ceaseless spirit inside me!