The gentle tug of tides in tranquil waters,
the silent force that moulds stone with a mere glance—
like a serpent shedding its skin,
revealing hidden depths, wrapped in an enigma,
prepared for each fresh layer of the world.
In the arms of autumn, it sharpens and ascends,
an eagle, soaring and vigilant,
slicing through clouds that shroud the sun.
Its wings unfurl with intent,
liberated from the earth beneath.
The night holds its mysteries, much like the owl,
perceiving what others overlook, guarding the truths
of starlight within its watchful eyes.
Pause, observe, and comprehend.
From the remnants of all that must conclude,
a phoenix rises from the ashes of the past,
ignited with renewal, with life fueled by flames,
whole and transformed.
In the stillness and the storm,
beneath the waves and across the vast heavens,
you rise—
everything you are, everything you are destined to be.
