O' Artemas, the seagull glides not flies
over stormy seas and winds,
effortless she dies
and finds herself to swim.
When at peace we are released
we find the silence still,
returning to our natures
the sin is crushed within.
Through pain we better self again--
at least what not to do,
when ignorance paints us to this wind
and prompts us to review.
In learning we stop the blindness
in a world which seems forgot,
we tread the steepened hill
undo the gordian knot.
True knowledge leads to understanding
our negatives change to wise,
all can learn from nature
we have a thousand eyes.
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