A drop in the ocean, outward rings; Skip a pebble 'cross a puddle, the water swings. How did these circles now appear? Break the tension to my surface, and I'll shake like I'm nervous.

Shining, sturdy, sometimes brave; What I deal is byword for the grave.

I write with ink when plucked from sky, or rise as spikes when danger’s nigh. In gentle hand or bristled hide, a pen for words, or a shield of spines.

I’m easy to pick from the bunch If you want to eat me, you gotta get me naked first.

What rises must fall, to rise up from within. Dropping down in a cascade of cyclical spins. A mist-born shower of tears on your skin. Above all it descends, so May life can begin.