Your Storm

[Summer]

I listened to the thunder and I saw the lighting flash,

I look on with wonder as the world and clouds clash.

The battle of your Heavens and our very own Earth,

In a fleeting moment – they connect, the sky and the turf.

The bolts of luminosity struck down, like fingers reaching for the world,

Next to that beauty, I am projected; captured in a whirl.

Despite the danger of this raging storm, I am not afraid -

Nothing else matters, and so it comes to fade.

I am alone with my principles – the roaring of the sky,

Exalted, freed, elevated – grounded, pensive, lithe.