The sky sounds it's ominous drum
It's torch of static shocks the sky
Commanding you to exit your den
And embrace it's cries
Will you listen?
Exit out with feet clothed or unclothed
There is no bias
Let the earth's tears stream over your own
For they are tears of joy, not of the gloomy sorrow the grey depicts
Will you swallow them?
The drum amplifies
Forcing you to a nearby tree
Away from the vengeance you feel it portrays
When in fact it's leading you to another surprise
Will you look up?
A canopy of green surrounds you
Blocking the water bullets from your body
Cuddling your soul from the lightning
And soothing your nostrils in damp dew
Will you look closer?
The leaf shelter is complex
Like an army of ants they stand for one purpose
Except for one branch
In the midst of the green hovers three small leaves draped in red
Will you stand out?
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