You are the sea,
the ocean deep,
the dream that comes
in deepest sleep.
You are the dew
on meadows green,
the gull that high
up can be seen.
You are the stream
whose waters ease,
and sweet of scent
like Zephyr’s breeze.
You are the shade
on Summer’s day,
the colour bright
when all is gray.
You are the fountain,
you inspire,
just like Apollo’s
burning fire
gives powers to
the mind, unknown
to others but
Apollo’s own.
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May our fires burn bright and true. I say this having known, like so many before us, both the dangers and the necessity of fire. In the end, we respect fire for its power.
Nicely written.