A shimmering thunderclap
Shines across a million seas.
I stand landlocked,
Left to count the endless leaves.
The golem’s silent lament
Leaves the lightning to grieve.
The execution of silence
Set to be, without reprieve.
A golem is like a robot but made of dirt or stone, in this case it is representative of the earth. After all, the earth and sky form a precious duality in which we thrive.