What is thunder, but a noise?
Perhaps a roar of godly wrath
Or the echoes of uncertain laugh
That come from little-known joys
What is thunder, but a sound?
Product of dark, depressing cloud
From sky to earth it roars so loud
But God is nowhere to be found
That it's natural, many have no doubt
But I would like to hope it's more
Like Heaven and Hell locked in war
And Earth means nothing in the bout
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wouldve loved to have had Earth as the middle ground between Heaven and Hell's epic battle... nice work