A clear cause is like a steady sail

Standing tall and brave against all manner of sea wind

Its reward is motion

And pretty soon its destination…

A firm will, your wagons wheel..

Always turning is how to get there

Over smooth and rocky ground alike

While bearing the burden of ideas in its carriage

A humble mind, an open basket

When the floods of life come, it  will contain it

While leaving room to carry success

As pride trickles out through its weaves.


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