Reborn (An Original Poem)

Rebirth of the Iconoclast (AI  Assisted)

Reborn

There’s a certain shelter in your storm,

A sanctuary I long to know.

It moves in the depths of the ocean,

and puckers beneath the sea’s shore.

There’s a special stillness in your quiet,

Where echoes bury their moans.

When thunder claps to deliver its portion

To all the Wisdom unknown.

There’s a certain patience in your time,

That buries itself just below the mountain’s peak.

As it trickles living water that quietly touch

Hidden histories of the land beneath.

There’s a certain chill in your warmth,

That extinguishes the most ardent of wills.

As it cascades through the stillness of the dawn,

And buries itself in our hills.