A tribute to the power of wind and sky….
I have witnessed in my life, small as I am…
There are storms that come…
There is wind that changes.
There is rain that must fall….
Out of a clear blue sky, so to say, it comes.
Sometimes hard and fast…
Most times, expected, but not respected….
Blacken the blue sky with tempest hail
A sky juggernaut in heavens wrath
Man throws rocks at the beast
Oh meager man…
The dying blue screams are heard on the wind
Die blue sky as the cloud daimonds shred earth and plain
It’s as a passing angry thought can destroy
Nature has come to show man the majesty of her elemental force…
Do what you will.
This too has passed
The finger of God has tasted the earth and found it wanting….
Angry sky, angry wind, angry rain….
It has passed
Trying to punch holes in the clouds to let the light back in
Art thou afraid of the dark, small speck?
Nature moves on with her larger plans….
Knowing that with true growth must partner with destruction.
Blue sky peaks back, a chastised glimpse
The sun pokes through, eager to drink up fallen pieces of cloud
Man is alive
He is reminded….
A storm will pass, the sky is blue….the grass is green
The air is pure once the poison of angry wind has passed
Man can see the storm in the distance, while kneeling in brilliant light.
It shall pass…
…like an angry sky