The Conqueror

A cuddled baby will eventually attempt to walk A fragile seedling can sprouts through rocks A brittle egg perched at tree tops is fearless of height Knowing it will leave its nests on its very first flight As a youth you at the crossroads of opportunities of life Don’t allow your choice of the road become a strife It is all about the belief in whatever route you decide And courage to blow the horn and begin the ride The growing trees are the ones that make the thicket The blowing winds are the ones that precipitate The flowing streams are the ones that head to the sea The growing youths are the ones that live to be Time is your ally to learn Energy is your fuel to burn Your dream is your value Your youth is your virtue Storms rage before you, waiting for a pacifier Deserts thirst before you, waiting for an eco-warrior Mysteries and puzzles wait for an interpreter Castles stand before you waiting for a conqueror