The Lighthouse
From gentle spring you sprang so innocent And free of these that burden you today, O’er river rock ‘tween sandy banks you went, To find that open ocean past the bay, Alas, the sea is dark and deep and so You boarded ship and gave away your helm, Lashed and stowed inanimate cargo, To ‘come a subject of that captain’s realm, Through swell and surge you persevered until The sickness of the sea became too great, You cut your ties and found your fresh freewill, With weather eye to new and better fate, And there it was, that beacon on the rocks, The lighthouse that would lead you to safe docks. - Scott Alexander McKenzie