Alec_The+Wisher

media type="file" key="thewisherpoemreading.mp3" || He watched the sea dance, And not a soul could control the sea. It was vicious to foes, But gentle to friends. The man wished he could be the sea.
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 * A man fished by the sea.

The sea envied the mountain, Standing proud, Scared of nothing The mountain was the only wall the sea could never pass. The sea wished he could be the mountain.

The mountain watched the cloud tease him from the sky. No matter how far the mountain reached, The cloud was higher. The cloud floated around lazily, Like it didn't have a care in the world. The mountain wished he could be the cloud.

The cloud was pushed aside by the wind. The wind was powerful, Pushing away Anything that dared to get in its way. The wind was a lion, And the cloud was a mouse. The cloud wished he could be the wind.

The wind was jealous of the sky. The sky stretched out everywhere; Nothing could stop its beauty. Comparing the sky to the wind. Was like comparing a coin to a tower. You forget about the penny And dream about the wonders of the tower. The wind wished he could be the sky.

The sky stared longingly at the moon. The moon was a beautiful orb of life. Whenever the sky is without hope It gazes at the wonderful ball. The moon has no defects, No flaws. The sky wished he could be the moon.

The moon dreamed of the sun. The sun’s bright light Pierced darkness, Wiping away fear like it was dust. Evil cowered in front of the sun, Afraid to show its ugly face. The moon glowed. But the sun spread radiance that wrap around all that it could touch. The moon wished he could be the sun.

The sun was nothing compared to the star. The sun sat alone, but the star had many brothers. The sun could create wonder by itself, But the star could equal those wonders And work with his brothers to create better ones. While the sun just sat in a blanket of black, The star was surrounded by brothers Created wonderful warriors Or terrifying beasts. The star was never alone. The sun wished he be the star.

The star stared at the world all day long. The world was a painting made in heaven, And everything on the world was the brush. Every second the star looked at the world He saw a different tale: Some happy, Some sad, Some funny, And some encouraging. The world was never bored. The star wished he be the world.

The world dreamed of the man. The world knew the language of beauty, Which showed the pictures of life, But man knew the language of words, Which recorded the stories of life. Beauty has limits. But words have none. There are thousand ways to show a picture using beauty, But an infinite number of ways to show it with words. The world wished he could be the man.

The man realized something: The sea might be free, The mountain might be fearless, The cloud might be worriless, The wind might be powerful, The sky might be limitless, The moon might be uplifting, The sun might be righteous, The star might be loved, The world might be beautiful, But man has the greatest treasure of all: Words! || ||