Lightning ripped open the Sky,
As Thunder became her cry,
The Sky began to bleed.
Rolling over in our sleep,
We hear Her breath sweep
Through the trees.
Silencing the birds
in thier nest with roaring words,
the Sky bellows out each wound.
Slashing deep into Her face,
Lightning paints a white and purple place,
Around around and through the Sky.
Her blood falls as rain,
a nourishing chant to keep us sane,
giving life to the World.