So close I can feel the thunder

the clouds so close they touch my hands

east sun rising and bidding farewell

to the moon gently fading to end...

I climb into this world

born into its majesty

and seeing has weaved itself into believing

as I watch the storm roll by

One more powerful shout

from the gods, I pray

one more moment in heavens bosom

this hour must not bleed away

Sweet colors have passed

their gradient of blue to red

and the world must be new today-

Natures victory is at hand...

RyanDavid Burningham