Am I like the seashells on the sea bed,
Completely invisible?
Am I like the footprints on the white sand,
That wash away with the waters?
Or like the ocean waves,
That always ebb away?
Maybe to you.
But to me,
I'm like the roaring tides,
Getting stronger with every step.
I'm like the tall palm trees,
Taller than everyone else.
Like the beaming Sun,
In an idle world.
I'll make my presence known.