Storm Dancer
Reflection
In the tempest's heart, she stands serene,
A vision in white, a soul unseen.
The winds howl, her hair aflair,
As she dances, wild and free, without a care.
The rocky shores, a dramatic stage,
The sea's fierce roar, a primal gauge.
Her garment flows, a river's stream,
As she embodies the storm's wild dream.
With every step, a story's spun,
Of strength and beauty, forever won.
In the eye of the tempest, she finds peace,
A sense of calm, the world's wild release.
Her spirit soars, untamed and free,
A true storm dancer, wild and carefree.