There is only Creativity,
The most Sacred goal to set.

You already see no rush to choose,
Even with ears still so wet.

There is nothing but time to lose,
Only time spent more alive.


With earnest loves held tight,
You'll succeed wherever you strive.

Growing under Creation's light,
Passions will make you ever strong.

Do not worry about how things rhyme.
All whom matter will welcome you along.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 949 AF.