Through the Storm, We Begin Again

Beneath a sky of shattered light,

Where thunder hums the song of night,

He stands alone—yet not afraid—

A seeker where the stars are made.

The wind may howl, the darkness press,

But still he peers through wilderness—

A lens, a lamp, a page unfurled,

His heart aligned with unseen worlds.

The storm does not demand retreat,

It stirs the fire beneath his feet.

For every flash, a question born,

For every drop, a mind reborn.

Keep dreaming when the skies are grey,

Let wonder lead you far away.

Keep reading, though the path is steep,

For wisdom waits where shadows sleep.

In every end, a breath anew,

A dawn disguised in midnight’s hue.

The storm may roar, but still we yearn—

To seek, to grow, to read, to learn.

And through the storm, we start once more,

With eyes turned upward, soul ashore.