Nature 14
Gray Clouds
Upon the sky
I gaze upon
Under the tree
Birds I hear
Fly near by
Sing to me
As clouds drift by
Endlessly
The clouds with color changing
Overtaking the others
Turning Gray
And too dark for me
In the distance lighting strikes
But no response
The sky once so blue
Now so black
Thunder crashes
For this storm
Will overtake me
Still I gaze upon the clouds
Once so peaceful,
Innocence in the sky
Now full of sound and fury
As rain pours down
The wind I feel
Whipping around
The storm raging wild
Encompassing the sky
Subjecting the land
To its fury
Wind, Rain
Thunder and Lighting
All around
In the distance
A small, growing
Ray of light
Breaking through
The black mass of the sky
The storm
Now passing soon to be by
As light reclaims
What it had
Only a while ago
There goes by
The last of the gray clouds.
Copyright 2000 Joe S. Lee