Wind whips around me,
Shaking the trees
Turning the grass
Into an ocean greener than
any that sailors know
Clouds make castles in the sky,
Throwing themselves against each other
in groaningly slow battles
Of elegance and grace,
Terrifying and wonderful
Trees creak and groan
Like the terminally old
Thunder rumbles
Like the voice of God
All I can do is stand
In awe