Forest stillness, dream logic, something just beneath the surface. Image + poem shaped with ChatGPT-4o

"He did not look like a prophet. He looked like a man forgotten by both land and water."

A quiet offering.
A tide that erases.
A moment that stays.

🌊 I Gave Him My Cloak is a poem about compassion without expectation, shaped by the rhythm of the sea and the presence of a stranger.