Haven of saints
A divine harbinger of peace
The calm in storms
Thunderstorm that quiesce
The rose bud that blooms
Birthing beauty; a tender hearted soul
Yet thorny too
It's fate unfolds
A discovery of one's inner soul
Under the veil of noise
Exploration of thoughtful creation
In isolation and poise
A journey to self esteem
Much needed hence preach
We all are belittled by life
And need solitude to love ourselves