Charcoal clouds spiral high above.
Thunder claps as lightning strikes
Over the world lacking love
With mountains towering high with ended spikes;
One can stand with a rubber glove.
Ripping through the cloud, the lightning comes,
Walloping the earth with a hefty blow.
The thunder claps, the thunder rolls, and drums:
It’s the waltz of life’s violet glow.
Hike the rocky pathway
To the living clouds darkening the sky.
Reach upward toward it and pray.
Whistle along as it gives out a cry.
Lay in the moist grass
And watch the clouds dance.
Watch the sky as it grows in mass
And wait for your chance.
Fall in love with the storm.
Absorb the ecstasy of the pouring rain.
Let the water soak you in lukewarm,
Washing away the stalking pain.
The sky is sad from it all,
From the hatred our souls can easily give.
It sends us its tears to build a wall
That tells us to let go and forgive.
The sky plays us music so we can rest,
Rest from all the disputing and petty words,
So we can gain positivity and zest
And have our souls fly into the blue sky like birds.
White clouds twirl high above.
Winds whistle as nature calls
Over the world gaining love
With mountains stretching high ending walls,
Where one can fly with a dove.
