piercing tranquility

This poem is about some of the few times that I was actually at peace with myself

As the fist of the heavens shatters the peace and tranquil nature of the blue sky

the air becomes thin almost nonexistent as the sky turns to a blood shot red mist

I happen to look up to see this amazing sight and think to myself

how could this possibly be anything less than incredible

all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I saw an incredible feat

the sky was instantly transformed into a warzone

illuminated by this powerful and vicious source of energy

as it stampeded to the ground like a thousand savage beasts running through the

great plain

my heart skipped a beat when this power hit the ground

sending my mind to a peaceful state thinking of the sky before the lighting struck

as I closed my eyes to be sucked back into my own little world