my brother.. he's all grown up
High above the mountainsI see them soar,high above the mountains,and together with the clouds,where their wings widely spread,and their eyes searching the plains.And as the wind blows,I hear them cry,with majesty and glory,the skies send its reply,and the heavens heed their call,for the mountains and clouds are theirs.I see them dance,deep below the seas,and sometimes below the Sun,where they shall arise and blow,and greet the waves of power.And as the waters rage,I hear them speak,with power and authority,the oceans cease its storm,and the waves quiet down to hear,for the seas and oceans are theirs.But I do not see us,high at the mountains, norat the depths of the seas.But, as an eagle is made for the skies,and a whale is made for the waters,surely a man is made for a purpose.Never before the eagles and the whalesforget the place they ought to be,for an eagle shall not soar on land,nor a whale shall dance on sand.~Calvin Lim~But, as an eagle is made for the skies, and a whale is made for the waters, surely a man is made for a purpose.That sentence touched me in such a profound and uplifting way.It helps me understand that althought there are so many people in this world, each and every one of us has a distinct and special purpose, and no one will be able to achieve that purpose except for ourselves. That makes us special, unique and different.The poem was written by my brother. He's 17 this year and he has one more SPM paper to go, which is Principles of Accounting.He really is a man now....