The Battle Ground

The trees bow down to the mighty wind

The sun can't shine his light

The clouds conspire to obstruct his view

The sun has lost his sight

Thunder's voice is loud and clear

Shouting towards the earth

The rain begins to slowly fall

The clouds have given birth

The flowers strain to find a drink

Trying to quench their thirst

The clouds hold back as long as they can

'Til suddenly they have to burst

The birds find shelter where ever they can

As the sun puts up a fight

It finds a weakness in the clouds

And casts a ray of light

The clouds disperse, the sun has won

But the clouds call it a tie

For even when the sun returns

A rainbow owns the sky

Reviews

[Autumn]

Wow...I can even feel the rain on my face! You have a talent to describe landscape and how nature play all together like kids.