I

You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.

Christopher Columbus
I am the wind that blows.
The river that flows.
And the mind that knows
How all this really grows.
Born from nothing
I permeate everything.
From the essense of your ring
To that of bees that sting.
Never made,
Hence i will never fade.
Though made into a blade
I will certainly degrade.
Out of time i stand
So my dreams never end.
Even when buried beneath sand
I am able to transcend.
I am the hand
That shapes the land.
The lad that does not understand
The concept of being grand.
My breath, stirs the trees
That sway with graceful ease.
Though i may be on my knees
I know i shall never cease.
I am the wind that blows.
The river that flows.
And the mind that knows
How all this really goes.

Lazarus Shatipamba

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