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"Sent From Up Above"
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Nature
I watch the storm clouds
gathering
across the mountain tops,
The winds
howling, stirring up debris,
branches bending
in the wind,
leaves being torn
and scattered.
The darkening, the darkening,
turning daylight into dusk.
Lightening arcing across
the sky,
jagged
flashes of light, blinding,
causing the
eyes to tear,
Thunder echoing rumbling
the earth,
beneath my feet.
The winds blowing across the rocky
faces
of the mountains near.
White birch trees felled,
looking like
the bones
spewn from the mountains
core.
Laying broken, bent, angled sharply
against a darkened forest floor.
Rain pelting downward, blurring
the shapes
before us.
Paths undistinguishable, running with
water,
rapidly moving downward pooling into
hollows and runoffs. Sending leaves
and branches washing away.
Slowly, slowly, natures
rage abates.
Emerging
from the glooming, the encompassing green.
Appearing to surround
one in a birth
of color.
Highlighted, the emerging greens.
Taking over the eye sight.
Forest
greens, trees, darkened trunks appearing
blackened, saturated with
the rain.
Watch
the yellow green of young leaves
appearing
to reach out and surround
you with the new born colors.
Here, standing I am swallowed
by this forrests life.
For the healing of nature's
colors surrounding,
enfolding me is
the greatest healing of life.
Copyright 1998 Gwenn A. Lewis
