Thunder Storm

Laughter of children’s play
Imagination at its best
The innocents of gallivanting
Echoes throughout the neighborhood

Summer locust humming
To the beat of Apollo’s rays
As a gentle cool touch of a breeze
Brings the trees to rhythm and dance

Darkness approaching soundlessly
As fury and rage draws nigh
And the sky explodes with electricity
Jolting me beneath my feet

Filled with excitement
Yet scared of the unknowing
Waiting for the clouds to burst
Holding my breath

Heaven’s gate arches, aligns
Revealing a spectrum display of hope
As laughter fills the air once again
And a hidden treasure awaits

Marathon

Every time I run, I think of this poem I wrote.

Zenith

The road is the path,
Where it leads me
From foot to foot
I will take it.

Many summits and canyons
Will come on my course
Challenging me so many times,
I will run them all.

Never looking back
Eyes looking on the horizon
Keeping my measure
I move onward.

In many ways
The people I meet
I will always keep
In my heart.

A myriad of crossroads to choose
The ones I adopt
Have reasons to be journeyed
To continue the legacy of the road