Nature's Victory

So close I can feel the thunder, the clouds so close they touch my hands. East sun rising and bidding farewell to the moon gently fading to end... I climb into this world, born into its majesty, and seeing has weaved itself into believing as I watch the storm roll by. One more powerful shout from the gods, I pray. One more moment in heaven's bosom; this hour must not bleed away. Sweet colors have passed, their gradient of blue to red, and the world must be new today— Nature's victory is at hand...