Zywa
Where the adventure begins
In the eyes of the child
I read its thoughts on me
it guesses or may see
how dreamily I like to be
wilder than the widest sea
storming with the winds, I free-
ly cross the desert and the wilderness
mighty as a lioness
queenly great in word and deed
ready every day to meet
the toiling people's need
prepared to intervene
jumping over any ravine
to a place I want to be
finding of itself the new
questions in the eyes of a child
with which an adventure begins
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