And After...

Have you watched the trees
as the wind manipulates
their bending branches;
the rain causing them to dance
to its music composed of silence.

A beautiful symphony unfolds
when the thunder crashes,
symbols now in play, the lighting
like a performer on stage,
demanding you watch, see
the ways of this mysterious―Earth.

Have you noticed how the trees
come out greener upon the end
of a perceived horrific storm,
though they dance amid―

dancing faster as the wind
asks them to with stronger blows.
Swaying to her breeze, she keeps
a steady beat, becoming their heart.

The animals scurry for cover
and those aged wait without scare
for the angry sky to pass.
Beside me sits an aged cat.

A mirror of what lies inside me
reflects outside glass windows
covered in droplets of life.
Her fury and mine intertwined,
I welcome her in me. We create.

The thunder shakes that beneath
my shoeless feet, leading me
to question my foundation.

The soil soaked to ancient roots,
feeding ancient hunger. A smell
of wet wood, drown grass penetrates 
my senses. I breathe it in while watching

darkened skies float away, sun breaking
through lighter clouds― goodbye
hard thunder, commanding lightning.

And after...