In the eye of the storm, where silence takes hold,
A paradox reigns, both fierce and bold.
The winds howl and whip with a furious might,
Yet here in the center, all’s tranquil and bright.

Around me, the chaos—a tempest unleashed,
Thunder crashes and rumbles, a primal feast.
But here in this stillness, I breathe with the skies,
As lightning dances, painting shadows that rise.

The clouds swirl like dancers in a turbulent waltz,
While the world outside trembles, its fate in the vaults.
I watch as the raindrops, like diamonds, cascade,
A symphony woven, a tempest parade.

Time stretches and bends in this curious place,
A moment of peace in the storm’s fierce embrace.
I feel the raw power, the earth’s primal roar,
Yet here in the eye, I crave nothing more.

As the storm rages on, a wild, fervent song,
I linger in stillness, where I somehow belong.
For in chaos, there’s beauty, in fury, a grace,
In the heart of the storm, I’ve found my own space.

So let the winds howl, let the thunder resound,
In the eye of the tempest, true solace is found.
I’ll watch as it passes, this dance of the sky,
For even in turmoil, I can learn how to fly.