The guiding light

Thank you so much for all the love. I didn't expect my creation to get as many likes as this. As I was telling someone in the comment, my grand father was a captain so this could have been my grand mother guiding him home.

I decided to add a little poem to this image:

"In the night, where waves crash bold, Stands a woman, brave and cold.

Lantern high in storm's fierce might, Guiding sailors through the night.

Raging storm, with crushing waves, Low visibility, nature's rave.

Captain's wife on cliff's high edge, Risking all, a solemn pledge.

Rain-soaked clothes, wind's wild cry, Holding hope up to the sky.

In the dark, her beacon bright, Leading crew to safe respite.

Each wave's roar, each thunder's clap, She's their guide through nature's trap.

On that cliff, in tempest's rage, She lights the way, a hero's stage."