The clouds moved with a rhythm slow
Projecting an ominous but sensual flow.
All was silent except for the breeze,
Which gently rustled through the trees. 

In the distance, the lightning danced
Kissing the ground if only by chance.
An occasional rumble could be heard,
For the most part, the silence unstirred. 

A cool breeze stroked my face;
My heart, my breath, slowed their pace.
Watching nature as it filled the skies,
A sense of oneness, held inside. 

As the shadow began to cover the land,
The billowing puffs moved in.
I shut my eyes and felt the peace,
One with nature, a spirit at ease. 

I raised my hands up so high
Feeling life in the sky.
What am I but the dust of stars
Borrowed for a moment from afar.

My spirit breathed into physical form.
Living for a while in the midst of the storm.
Back into dust my body will go
Leaving the whisper of my soul.