Each being has a charter,
Something, to symbolise its essence.
Nature’s way to cater,
For its passion and presence.
A smiley face,
An ocean breeze,
The city’s 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.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
Each being has a charter,
Something, to symbolise its essence.
Nature’s way to cater,
For its passion and presence.
A smiley face,
An ocean breeze,
The city’s 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.
