Shallow clouds of birthing day
Slow, come down where wet grass lay.
Slanting forward touching ground
Sun she rises, smiling proud.

Rivers blue in sky reflected
Boats sway forth and row dejected.
Graying rumbles, thunders roar
Lightning strikes in groups of four.

Storming burns of outward sent
In terror grunting fear to lent,
Signing fortunes into the air
And paying tension weathered fair.

Tearing through the darkened day
The wind it forms, the trees they lay.
Longing, broken, bathing, frozen,
Calming down, a lying token.