Summer Storm
A day in a forest's storm.
Glinted shafts of sunlight
Golden deep in hues,
Dripping beads of dew-drops
Rustling on the leaves,
And the breeze,
The breeze of early morn
Fresh, clean, cutting, inviting,
A poor harbinger
Of the winds to follow
When the skies
Cry
In anger
The darkness overflows
The meadow
With flashing jolts of lightning
And thunder shaking soil
The essence of the fury
Of nature unleashed
Welcomed by none,
Needed by all.
Golden deep in hues,
Dripping beads of dew-drops
Rustling on the leaves,
And the breeze,
The breeze of early morn
Fresh, clean, cutting, inviting,
A poor harbinger
Of the winds to follow
When the skies
Cry
In anger
The darkness overflows
The meadow
With flashing jolts of lightning
And thunder shaking soil
The essence of the fury
Of nature unleashed
Welcomed by none,
Needed by all.
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