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