Swimming
there beneath the sea
he wonders
what he's meant to be;
for I'm so
small and others great,
at times it
hurts so much to wait.
He dreams
someday of open seas,
of grandeur
and of majesty;
but I'm so
small and others great,
I cannot
seem to bear to wait.
"How shall I
grow and be as them?"
he muses as
he daily swims,
for I'm so
small and they're so great
to miss the
treasures in the "wait."
For as he
swims he grows each day;
the swimming
is the maker's way
to slowly
change the small to great.
You see,
there really is no wait.