The eloquence of reason, concoctions in my head.
Help me sift through life from death.
Will you, steward of the fragile mind?
Help me find the reason why?
Afterglow of the violent rains
Flooded roads and upturned terrain.
Bring me back a sense of peace.
Could I wash away like this?
Could my roots rip from the ground?
Could my cliffs and plateaus erode?
After all,
The remnants of my former self
Had no problems cracking,
like an arctic shelf.
But from that storm, from mud to sand.
The golden glow has come again
With thicker roots, and fresher soil.
All the broken things, harden your shell.
Stronger than you were before.
Steward of the fragile mind
I feel the breeze, your reason why?
To stand the storm,
The test of time.