sylph lyric

(pentametric iambs)

I strive and am what I was made to be –

Thank God I’m not the mountain, nor the sea.

Majestic, with a cap of silver snow;

A spire of conquest, stalwart climbers know.

The mountain stands with staunch supremacy,

Yet rooted to one spot, eternally.

Though nowhere can the raging sea not run,

Still just the surface feels the warmth of sun.

It’s sunken depths, penumbric murky gloom;

It’s soul confined to inky liquid doom.

And I am light, and borne of wind, and free!

And scorn majestic mountain, raging sea.