Sunday, April 6, 2014

Nature

The moaning echoes of thoughtful thunder
A sound invoked vision of constant wonder
Replenishment of life that falls from above
A stormy wrapped wrath of sustaining love

Ominous chimes crackling with light
Clouds of darkness turn day into night
A powerful fury weakened by fear
The sun and the moon sharing a beer

Whispering winds scream for attention
A blustery bully for whom nobody will listen
Crackles of drought arrive with the gust
Absorbing the soul and leaving but dust


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