The trees quiver in the wind.
They dance in fear of the night.
Lightning strikes hot and blue
With warm summer days.
I hold firm
With the wonder of the storm.
The ground swells as
Roots cling to my cracked body.
I am a statue of forgotten time.
My thoughts bloom slowly.
I let the wilderness take me.
Claps of thunder remind me
Of the past.
The Storm by Jesse Thompson
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