Upon a bluff, where sea winds command,

I make my stand, firm as the needle's brand,

Steady hand cradling dreams unplanned.

A voice, like echoes from the past, anoints,

My thoughts with wisdom, stories that haunt.

In brambles thick, where thorns entwine,

A mother's love, a gift divine.

Each prick, a lesson, sharp and clear,

Teaching truths we hold so near.

Above, a cloud, both vast and high it sails,

Drifting along the canvas of the sky.

An adage whispers, "As clouds may part,

Life's storms can mend a wounded heart."

For on this ledge, I find my song,

In lessons learned, and love that makes me strong.