Born in the breaking, where forces are strong,
like a child of the tidal, where I now belong.
With a face of crust, and curls of snowflakes,
my tears run in rivers, I shiver from quakes.
My slopes they are gentle, with a peak raised up high,
to be grounded on Earth, yet reach for the sky.
I watch over those, who dears to believe,
there is more to this life, than pain or relief.
