A wondrous sky at dawn,
Protected from the frightful storm,
Sheltered within the gentle sea,
You rose in perfect authenticity.
A precious gift of pure and right,
You slowly peaked with warmth and light,
Love and beauty, like none before,
Purposefully rising, finding more.
You grew so fast from this humble beginning,
The World's most sacred, loved belonging.

The storms did come, with terror and fright,
The mothering horizon, holding you tight,
With all her imperfections, from another day,
Helpless to stop you, growing away-
Exposing yourself to the tall dark sky,
Damaged and polluted, with wailing cry.
Lovingly protected, by choppy waters,
Your faith and resilience cracks and falters.
We see your beauty, strength and light,
Fighting darkness, in the futile fight.

As you begin to leave, the sea's horizon,
We pray for our failures to be forgotten,
We pray that in, the tall dark sky,
You'll have a good wind, and peaceful flight.
We hope that you will weather the storm,
Mingle with stars, formed not torn,
Free with the birds, like a shooting star,
With our heavy hearts, with love from afar.
As you rise above, in midday glory-
Strong, we hope, lucky; just happy.

I am all I am because of them
My good they’d praise, my bad they’d condemn
I learned all I know through what they taught
While it’s true there were problems, while it’s true we fought
That too made me stronger, for I knew how to fight.
Through their guidance I learned wrong from right.
I no perfect person though because neither were they.
And while I listened to them and all they had to say.
I also learned the importance of finding one’s own way.

There was a child who knew not,
All because he was not taught.
He never learned,
And he didn’t know,
Of the consequence which did bestow.