Poem: Born walking forward

Born walking forward,
Life moving crystalline,
Sharp edges, soft curves,
No matter where the road goes.

Step one, then many more,
Some fore, others aft,
Always shifting with the wind,
Keeping an eye on the clouds.

Building, working, forming,
Grab the wheel, strike the hammer,
Feel the weight,
And keep the path.

Guiding star above in sight,
Sometimes hidden with the weather,
Still followed, still leading,
Contained within, expressed without.

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