Under the thunderstorm
the grass is growing
lightning bolts crack the smoke-colored clouds
thunder shakes the sky
while countless creatures tremble below
softly, sweetly
roots are digging deep
nestling into the earth
nourished by the rain
which pours generously
from the dark clouds above
the grass knows
that no storm lasts forever
and so it grows
holding the world together
Sage Burner Poetry 