Ideas rise like tides of light,
Born from shadows, chasing night.
Ripples gather, bold, unplanned,
Reshaping hearts, reshaping land.
A spark becomes a rushing wave,
The fearless leap, the daring brave.
Through silence deep, through storms that roar,
New worlds awaken on the shore.
Not only gears, nor steel, nor flame,
But art and song ignite the same.
A vision shared, a voice set free,
Can stir the soul, can move the sea.
The waves may crash, they test, they bend,
Yet every fall births strength again.
To ride is risk, to stand is loss,
The future waits beyond the cross.
So let the tide of dreams roll in,
A boundless sea where all begin.
For every wave that breaks today,
Will guide tomorrow’s brightened way.
About the Creator
Khan584
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