Tonight's sky like the Fourth of July,
crackle, boom, bang, the thunder.
In concert with lightning, I ponder!
The infinite much to high for me,
I think, and see, feel and touch.
But ever high in the sky,
there is no reality for me.
Lightning comes and thunder roars,
daylight flashes in the darkness,
the night beautifully silenced,
except for the echoes on high.
Alas, the grass adorns her Spring green coat,
and Winter's drab brown coat diminished.
Hearing the constant patter of the rain,
on trees, rooftops, and window sills.
The sky lights up roars and cries,
and mother earth comforts her,
as they fade blending into midnight!