Reform

Watch the clouds begin to form,
As first in evening comes the warm,
Warning of the nearby storm,
To break soon overhead.

Watch the sky, the weapons they wield,
Over the waving golden fields,
To leave the Earth fresh and healed,
Breaking soon overhead.

Watch the rolling snapping power,
The liquid likes of a meteor shower,
Fire that sparks growth of the butterfly flower,
Breaking overhead.

Watch the water through cracks sweep,
Letting the land begin to weep,
Greedy soil gathering to keep,
The breaking overhead.

Watch the storm of soft sound mind,
Dwindling to leave few drops behind,
Sky and Earth now intertwined,
By the broken overhead.

Watch the grass of early morn,
Growing new life only barely born,
Along a path weary and worn,
Broken underfoot.

Watch the swirling gliding mist,
Where air and water dance and twist,
Leaving breath softly kissed,
Broken in your hands.

Watch the clouds begin to form,
As first in evening comes the warm,
Warning of a nearby storm,
To break soon overhead.