What I See

Aliaksei B. Munick, Writer

I see below on a mountain …  

a lion roaring loud

Above is an eagle … 

soaring as proud as can be

I hear the birds chirping … 

making a song in a nest

But there is a storm coming beyond the west

The rain is coming but do not fear

The wind is blowing or so I hear

The waves are crashing

The lighting is flashing

The thunder is roaring

And now its pouring 

Then all is silent

And the clouds clear

I know now… 

That the storm is nowhere near

So bear with me now

Because it’s time to cheer!