With scraped elbows
And clean knees,
The Tempest walks in.
She takes a silver veil out.
(To trance but not entrance.)
And with multiple meanings,
She spins a song
Of hardships, once lost.
She takes her veil.
And spills it on the sea.
It dances to her song
And makes a mirage of ice.
She takes the chance to rest
And rethink her life.
Soon, she's back up
With her silver veil
And she leaves,
Only to be forgotten.