the wind may rage, the branches bend and sway, yet you remain the dawn inside the day. their whispers drift like dust upon the air, but rivers never seek the sky’s repair. your laughter spills like light through open glass, your hands shape worlds that quietly surpass. some hearts grow restless when they see you rise, uncertain of the fire within your eyes. the crowd may lean toward you, then retreat, uneasy with the rhythm of your beat. yet still you stand—unborrowed, fierce, and free, a living note in your own melody. each step you place becomes a soft decree, each breath a spark of quiet sovereignty. no borrowed mask, no script for you to see, your soul writes truth in bold autonomy. so let them watch, let curious voices roam the stars themselves were once unknown. for tides do not command the restless sea they simply shift around its gravity.