The sun will hide her face now
Behind the ominous clouds in the air,
I hear you softly roar just how
A Lion roars, beware…
For soon the wind will pick up
And everything will be gray,
And that roar I heard will wind up
Shaking everything on this day…
Soon glassy drops start falling
So Briskly from the heavens,
And now a sound so appalling
That many it will deafen…
Before it comes, a flash of light
And for a brief instant in time,
My dark room is suddenly alight
And then I await the chime…
To me a Chime, to others a drone
And yet to others a gnarl
But be what it may, we’re in it’s zone
So what good does it do to snarl?
I cuddle up on the edge of my cot
And listen to the glorious sound.
I reminisce of things once sought
And how they now just don’t astound…
Why? You ask, because I say
Were so insignificant
There so much power in this grizzly day
And it’s a fraction of what it is adept
Why worry about wordly things
When life can be taken in a flash?
Let go of the weight and spread your wings
And let the lightning burn your worrys to ash….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My wings will fly to you, across the mountain and the river valley. Brett