The Thunder Rumbles

 

The rumble awakened the soul, nature shakes the cracks to wash away the past and peace is in harmony after the thunders past.

KERRI ELIZABETH

Like thunder the ground under me rumbles.

Like a seasoned tree crashing to the ground crumbled.

Birds still fly and the eagle soars.


Rain quenches the thirst of the flower not thunder.


There is synesthesia in the chorus of life’s wake.


Where color and rhythm, taste and thought palpitate.


An epiphany of refuge capturing the hearts fall.


The frogs join in a synchronized call.


Mother nature’s comfort grasps tight.


Suddenly shattered the sky opens bright.


Sunshine seeps in and water fills the cracks again.


Inside this place where love grows, definitive light shows.


A rumble shakes the ground.


A crash creates cracks where light is found.


Let go and send back what is not yours.


With Love I let go!


SUNSHINE

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