Feel the rumble cross the skies.
From deep inside. As dark clouds
began to rise. Feel the currents
come alive. Before the storm strikes.
The breeze, the air, the life. His
strength, his power, his might.
Displayed before our sight. As the
lightning begans, to light. The
earliest of night. A Meadow lark
Takes flight.
A beautiful little poem with spiritual perfume! Loved reading the piece of work! .........10
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Thank You! ! ! Dillip, For Such A Beautifully Kind Reply! ! ! ! ! Your Poetry Is Powerful And Strong! ! ! ! ! Deep And Beautiful With Song! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !