The moonlight calls as the wind brushes my skin
Majestic mountains soar, another night begins.
Trees sway with ambition, free to touch the sky,
No cloud can stop the stars; my cloud can't stop the stars.
A haze of inspiration, a veil of introspection,
I search the life I live, for meaning and dictation.
When yonder comes a flash, an unexpected sight,
The thunder wakes my senses, I’m afraid, I am afraid.
For all of this beauty, all of this creation,
Swallowed by a storm, of terror and confusion.
The clouds cry out. The rocks are quenched.
But I stand still, determined not to waver.
Like a concert from heaven, light and sound consume.
The bright stripe across the sky, the reverberating Boom.
But this storm will pass; the peace will moon light,
And shine past the clouds, welcomed is the night