Flowers wilting, peddles fall
The sun behind the clouds
Heavy thunder trembling
Lightning all around

Electric bolts sent by Zeus himself
Disregards the poor, the wealth
Waiting by the windowsill
A gray day and its stubborn will

Light the flame within your soul
The bright and vibrant inner glow
The need to fight
The need to know

The sunshine reaches out to grow
It’s strength it’s force stronger than stone
Contemplating the unknown
Where trees now stand, fully grown