Nature and the coy
Aspire in duty's hands, with a clarity we go
Spare and told to remain, a sharing burden, is decency joy?
And will it's demeanor, let a shy instinct see the world?

Reconciliation, deliberation, and a care
To step out and about what we know
In the lips of concern, we were born to, does a right to stare
Come with decision's been, or is a language of advance, to owe?

Telling heed to remember the goal, of insight
We see your needs shadow, become the stare of our soul
Sweet enticement, to begin the mighty dance of right's
Well imbued to seek the bright mind of cope, we are here to fulfil...

A trophy of deliverance, an agony of consideration
Spared from the unwholesome fires of separation forth youth
And its guidance to seldom, the gift of prowess that has it's intimation
When the world smiles back, is a wonder in careful eyes, a memory for candid enough couth?