As night turns to day With a bolt in the sky I look out my window And see the earth cry The perpetual rhythm In which the light keeps Sets it's self In it's own patterned beat The thunder it burts As if the sky moaned And the wind seems to whisper In it's own private tone The sky is all lite up As if it were day But the sun is not shinning For he's hiding away.
Reason for writing:
What inspired me to write this poem was, when late one
night I was watching a bad thunder storm out of my bedroom
window. I was just inspired by it's beauty. So I wanted to
let others be able to read the beauty I saw. This is the
reason I'm putting it on here too. If you like it I hope you
E-mail me.
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