by Author Name Withheld 234

Created on: March 29, 2010

A thunderstorm is the anthem ,

that Nature sings while doing spring cleaning.

Beasts dash for shelter,

huddling beneath the nearest roof eaves.

Yet the sparrows holdfast the slippery, wet, cables,

Belting out Mather Nature's psalms.

Titanic pile of debris and damnation,

Quickly rinsed off by the looming rain.

Rays shine 'cross the freshest layers,

For moments we recommit to her love.

Bit by bit the layers re soil with debris, damnation.

And She must summon another cleansing.

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