• The wind carries the sound of a storm.
    Braking though the nights slumber like the sharp edge of a thorn.
    Thunder rolls and lighting strikes, wind blows
    and an array of colors fills the never ending night.
    But finally the trees whisper their faint lullaby.
    Bidding farewell to the crystal moon sky.
    So yet another day can come and go.
    Guiding along the never ending flow.
    Of life and time.