A flow of breeze,
Brushed up brown leaves,
How to let a mind be free?
A storm blows in,
Trapped is dust in a whirl wind,
Clouded heat of humidity,
Oh the endured time of humility.
With A stream of amber
Through the grey,
An illuminated glow
Strengthens the day,
Trees begin to
Shimmer swift and sway.
A warm crisp afternoon sun
Unyielding to the damped sky,
A glitter shown for a moment of joy,
With rolling thunder on its way,
The parts of blue squint’s thy eye
As bolts of lightning shoot on by’…
This natural occurrence
Will cease its might,
Not until the start of night,
A mother bird for food will fight,
Oh what a test of strength this will be,
No way now for the sun to see,
Again I ask
My mind is it free?
Distracted by a flock of anarchy,
I tell you this of what I know,
There will always be…