Pursue the World

August 5, 1986
We held you first in our hands.
Since, we saw you grow
With gentle voice,
Innocent face,
With curly hair and trusting gaze.

Also there was a fear,
My dear.
She will be swept,
We sometimes wept
By the swift currents of river life.
With that fear, a wish we kept:
To become a magnate, a rock,
That today not only stands the currents, but
Lends also its shoulder to those sweeping by.
This! From a bird that fell often, learning to fly.

Now with the strength of an eagle's early pace
With the winds of confidence lining your face
Soar, Soar, Soar our beautiful child.
Pursue the world. It is the new wild.