I have seen many things, from the stratus clouds to the deep blue.                                      All this and more I have found, yet nothing new. 

   I remember all I've learned, but the cogs in my mind do not turn.

   As I sit pondering, the wind blows.                                                                                           The tides rise, and the thunder rumbles the valley where I sit. The lightning crackles, I am afraid, but then I remember something, someone told me, from long ago.                             "Faith can move a mountain."                                                                                                 These words bring me to tears.

The cogs began to turn.

I was no longer afraid.