Wisdom, is of the quenching rain, <br />in awe the keen heart doth meld to. <br />Wise is the one that sees, who sees <br />the flower, embrace the morning dew. <br /> <br />Astray, the one who loses the touch of life, <br />snared, enmeshed with but only worldly things. <br />Lost far behind, the heart, the mind <br />that hears not the song, <br />the song the thunder sings.<br /><br />(c) Colorofsky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-the-thunder-sings/
