P H E N O M E N A No. 1
I stand my ground. My crown may appear to be faint but it is indeed here.
I stand alone and allow for my world to form, to birth and rebirth again and again.
Through drought, sorrow, cruelty and harshness I remain still. Here I am protected.
Here I come to know what can never be destroyed or diminished. I align with what is infinite.