Natures Episode

Penned while watching the skys darken at a local park.

I see the elder oak, draped in her gown of leaves.
I see patches of new cut grass, bowing to the breeze.
I hear the thunder roll, as it asks the sky to dance.
I hear it call again, a gentleman, awaiting his chance.
I feel as my hair dances, lively, playing with the wind.
I feel an inner purity, as without, natures episode begins.

Reviews

[Shane William]

Very nice. Your creative words are vessels for imagery. Seems so simply done, you got some talent :)