When did thunder ever sing?

There, such a melody screaming through the ceiling.
When did clouds ever start to cry?

Such a high, the world goes blind.
Little dreams from distant lights.
In the sky, there are many wonders.
So with dark, there will be frights.

Still in the ice where you may ponder.

How did we ever get so bold?

Minds expanding in this shelter.
Evergreening life, so old.
This world we lean on like a shoulder.

May we grow with it as one.
Let not this world have a war.
Might it maim us all or none,
Nature's realm, our friend, for sure.