Gods at War

 

As I look to the sky

Sun shine in my eye

I see giganic clouds in the air

Like the ones that you see at the fair

Or so my grandma would say

 

Giant devilish looking clouds would form

Lightning would strike again

The water fighting the ground

The sun slowly dying

But, the winner

Was not the water, the clouds, the lighting, nor the ground

It was simply, just a rainbow

 But it was like the heavens were bursting with so much joy it was uncontrolable

But in the end, light rules all light even if it is darker than the night 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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