Sitting next to the oad tree with its branches cascading over my face
the lightning flickerin in the sky, the smell of rain drenches the fresh air.
The birds are chirping,
the thunder is rumbling so loud I feel that it is beating as one with my heart.
The critters of the world are scurrying
around under the thick tree branches.
As I sit,
and I wait
The rain descends like a blanket of clear wet mist as it covers every inch of my body.
As summer turns to fall, I am reminded of the bitter freezing nights ahead,
Under the oak tree watching the stars fly and the snowflakes later fall as I lie and I
watch it all melt away once to return again.