Order in the Tempest

From storms that howl, from skies that break,
The heart must forge, the soul must wake.
Amid the clash, the ceaseless din,
A spark of truth is born within.
The whirlwind rages, wild and free,
Yet cradles seeds of destiny.
For chaos bends, by wisdom tamed,
Its hidden path by purpose claimed.
Oh wanderer lost in discord's maze,
Find strength within the smoky haze.
The tempest yields to those who strive,
Through trials faced, the soul’s alive.