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 it wields,
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 a beautiful 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.