Poem

Sprung from the same fountain,

In droplets, we swam,

In depths or on the surface.

Nevertheless, reached the same shore,

Where a learned guide,

Raised us up in his palms,

With care, and in flow.

A pool created out of droplets,

Inmates we became, even for a while.

A hope it is now,

That we shall continue to search,

For the ocean within.

In our journeys ahead, not forget,

What the learned guide spoke,

To our good impulses well,

Keep us united, 

keep us in touch.