A cool morning breeze greets my skin,
Sunlight dancing gently through the trees again.
Birds lift songs that feel like peace,
As night quietly folds and finds its release.
The sun climbs slow, the world begins to wake,
Golden rays kiss the land, the rivers, the lakes.
But far-off clouds start whispering low,
A warning carried in the winds that blow.
They roll in fast with thunderâs roar,
Lightni...
