And fingers aching.
The sun as hot as lava.
The rock as cool as ice.
The air as wet as oceans.
And the rope as dry as deserts.
And life giving.
Dark Clouds roaming the sky
While sunshine is becoming scarcely shy
Light runs away which makes you wonder
Why rolling in comes clashing thunder
Dull colors leave a reflection
Casting shadows of complexion
All forms of life diminish movement outside
Trees sway violently in the blowing air
As thunder suddenly cracks which you can hardly bare
Leaves blow down as the storm stops
Which brings children come to hop
Students in a Language Arts writing class took photos and wrote poems to accompany them. This one is by J. Krause.