The Last GiftA Poem by LoLoI was writing this while listening to a storm cd to relax my nerves. I visualized this scene to go along with the music.The sky is slowly darkening The air is still A peaceful rhythm of quiet thunder Rumbles in the distant sky Moving ever nearer Thin columns of far away rain Line the horizon And glow in the sun's soft rays Warming the scene Casting fear out of a gentle soul One could embrace a vision so serene Even as the storm Gods Brew a batch of lightning And surge their electric fingers To a lonely oak in a meadow Lavender hills wave now The wind stirring Cottonwood trees let there seeds Drift to the sea Snow on the earth And frost the grasslands An old lady rocks on her porch Holding a cup of hot chamomile tea Watching the mountainous clouds Roll towards her She looks to the heavens The breeze carressing her aged skin Angels surround her Prepare her for her time She smiles as the gift of storm Captures her heart And for the last time She sees nature Amplified Glorioius Tranquil And she gently slips away with grace in her spirit... © 2009 LoLoReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 23, 2009 Last Updated on June 25, 2009 AuthorLoLoAppleton, WIAboutI am a young female writer beginning on my writing journey. I live in the small city of Appleton, Wisconsin. Surrounding the Fox Cities are fields and fields country, cows, farmers, and of course mor.. more..Writing
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