Crashing The Silence

Echoing drums in the distance,
rolling thunder makes the ground shake.
Prelude to crashing the silence,
as Heaven and Earth both partake.

On the hilltop forces collide,
compress nature's matter and might,
Mist will roll in on the hillside,
the grassland will drink in delight.

On the vista shadows soon fall,
day is done as evening rolls in.
Stormclouds beckon above the sprawl,
natures wrath about to begin.

Above the lea, hilltops yonder,
hill and dale grasslands wander.

Posted on 3/16/2007 8:07:01 PM