A Guiding Mentor

A sparkling crystal surrounded by fine sand,
Sometimes reclusive or reaching out a hand,
Lost beneath the waves of ordinary man,
Spirit lost like a crushed can,
Complex like a space mission unmanned

When a diver dives into these waves bland,
When their eyes have fully scanned,
The place for an apprentice for their clan
Oh, that sparkling crystal surrounded by fine sand,

It takes the crystal into their wing and band,
Teaches it to be exceptional and grand,
Intelligence, wisdom, strategies, how to plan,
Forever no matter for how long a span,
Even if the crystal’s lost in the sky or land,
Oh, that sparkling crystal surrounded by fine sand,
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