New Life (Sonnet) Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

the sky is endless like the spirit in me
forever i will go on just like the new tide
to the clouds is my place just like a tall tree
forever climbing and looking down with abide

i control the wind with an open mind
blowing the clouds to and fro with a cool blow
searching for sweet rain so hard to find
to saturate the harsh ground i use to know

i can see the lightning strike the desert plain
starting a fire on the lonely red land
the fire is quickly drowned out by a soft rain
to form a new life waiting patiently in the sand

i start my life again with air so pure
i breathe a new air and that is my cure