From my stance upon the clifftop <br />I can see the waves crash below <br />The foam rages and froths upon <br />Rocks that fight to stay above <br />Wind whips through my hair <br />Lashing my face with anger <br />Natures beauty at its finest <br />Wraps me in its arms tightly <br />Keeps me standing here <br />Buffeted upright by its force <br />The keening of the seagulls <br />Pierces my soul and heart <br />As they swoop and rise <br />Held aloft by the currents <br />That swarm in the air today <br />Storm clouds turn to black <br />As they flow across the sky <br />Reaching out with icy fingers <br />They consume all colour <br />That exists in our world <br />Replacing with shadows <br />That turn to sheets of rain <br />Flickers appear on horizons <br />As lightening begins its dance <br />A ballet performed at speed <br />As if only for me it seems <br />I'll stay here on the clifftop <br />And watch her roll around the bay <br />Until the heavens are quiet <br />And once again she sleeps<br /><br />Fiona Davidson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natures-ballet/
