The clarity of thoughts perform,
a service to the coming storm;
Steady hearts and minds awaken,
before the trees of life are shaken.

As howling winds perpetuate,
resounding forces of nature's fate;
Colossal dreams and visions soar,
from drifting leaves in endless swirl.

How lonely is the purple night,
with hopes of stars in gentle flight;
The willing soul with deep resolve,
reveals relentless grace from love.

Now in the quiet of the sky,
when raging storms have passed us by;
The glorious dawn is in our sight,
with peaceful fortunes shining bright.

Softer is the sparkle of the day,
as hazy evenings turn muted and gray;
And shadows stretch across each noble tree,
with an overwhelming stark reality.

The flowers say goodnight with flourish,
as the sky sheds blue spilling into sage;
Could it be an evening shower awaits us,
while bustling clouds erupt with mighty rage ?

The storm is brief with sudden bursts of rain,
and from the porch our senses are aroused;
To feel the eerie quiet that quickly follows,
in a lonely state that nature has espoused.

The sunshine beams ahead in glorious crimson,
like a velvet cloak to chase away our fears;
And wrapped carefully in solitary splendor,
its mourning message sent without the tears.

Shades of night sweep through this vivid scene,
as kaleidoscopic colors streak the corners of;
The heavens which provide protective layers,
soothing the evanescent evening from above.

And while the evening sounds the night's alarm,
passing through and setting nature's stage;
The galaxies of stars shine through the darkness,
gently spreading the Almighty's holy grace.

The colors of umbrella's sphere,
can awaken what we need to hear;
With bright array they spin and toss,
regaining springtime that was lost.

With water falling from the sky,
our visions cloudy from eye to eye;
Yet stripes above protect our heads,
with carousels swinging clearest red.

The boundaries are now set in place,
like the moon and stars from outer space;
We can't move on beyond the rain,
despite the need to ease our pain.

Outside each moment seems to last,
while sands shift in the hourglass;
Contented now to remain unseen;
we stand in sight of luscious green.

Pain and hurt beyond the scale,
hearts that linger cold and bare;
Tendencies to grasp the chance,
to seal our fate without a glance.

We can't revive the soul's true will,
by wandering off among the chill;
Which clears emotions from the shelf,
in frozen thoughts of nature's wealth.

When we can't see what lies ahead,
still humbled by our daily bread;
We find a place where fiery stands,
can take the horror from our hands.

God bless the sad and lonely child,
whose face reflects the meek and mild;
When glorious spirits break the ties,
those afflicted fade away and die.

Beyond the creamy ice-milk sky,
where snow-topped mountains reign;
A world of alabaster white,
proudly shimmers in its domain.

The howling winds whirl overhead,
where wintry birds proclaim;
In glorious voices from above,
as they chirp their sweetest refrain.

Within a sphere of crystal wonder,
reflecting mirrored shadows from afar;
The whispering sounds of angels' breath,
shower peace from a new snowfall.

A palace shaped by dangling icicles,
where frosty tales of winter's light;
Are coveted in the gentle words,
of poets' profound delight.

Illusive as the night is long,
the secret wind relays its song;
It cries in echoes of its plight,
and journeys far away from sight.

While carrying all the pains of life,
its music flies toward angels' light;
Where cherubs welcome notes of love,
to share with saints in heaven's cove.

And quickly winds regain their will,
to fly among the sacred hills;
with melodies poured from clouds on high,
which harmonize with the cobalt sky.

Then peace falls over all the land,
when touched by breezes soft as sand;
With open hearts folks greet the day,
as sounds of sorrow float away.

Lay your head upon my breast,
as my lips caress your hair;
Of burnished copper strands aglow,
which prompt my eyes to stare.

This taste of honey wet and sweet,
reveals the pure sensation;
of pleasures bound between our souls,
with heartfelt revelations.

Entwined in passion's wild embrace,
our bodies move in time;
To music that is ours alone,
with reason to its rhyme.

I always knew you'd follow me,
with pleasurable intervention;
And feel the tears that reconcile,
our worlds from past contention.