A breath of flame is born a sacred child.
A card’nal voice cries out the words, “I am”,
And with enthusiasm, direct but wild,
The child’s imbued with full strength of the ram.
Identity must fully be expressed
And ego, good or ill, must have its throne.
Vast potency, difficult to repress,
Now makes impulsive presence known.
Born under Mars, a leader is the child,
Instilled with instinct and the will to act
While others on their fences sit beguiled
By meditation and their need for tact.
May all dynamic children, born of fire
Not burn the world with their abrupt desires.