The Seeds of Thought by Ruben White
Nor claim the stars that glitter in the night,
Yet in the heart of each—youth claims its proof,
A spark ignites, kindling the inner light.
Like whispers soft, a breeze through Willow's sigh,
I sow the seeds of wonder on the ground,
They tremble, shy, beneath the vast blue sky,
In quiet soil, their silent dreams abound.
The river flows; potential intertwines,
With every thought, a bridge to worlds unknown,
Though I am but a compass with no signs,
The path is theirs; in courage, they have grown.
So here, I lend a hand, not to compel,
But spark the flame in hearts where shadows dwell.

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