For love of thunder   Small birds take flight before the storm For when the rains come there will be no flight No moment when the skies will be safe to take fragile wing In a loud booming voice nature tells the land to be still   In a gather of trees Animals shelter the passage of the mighty For even now it seems the placements of the food chain are on hold There is a stillness in the high grass   For no soul shall move to nature's fury This rain pours down upon the silent land Suddenly all basked in brilliant daylight For love of the thunder that clears the passage until morning   -Dan   ©Tiles Galore  ©tile:www.demzen.dk