Pheonix Storms

Like mountains soaring high

or Phoenixes rising from flames,

storms clouds in the east lie.

East of the setting sun,

the fiery glow that midday tames

the sunset now releases, burning gold.

The gales that the terrain maimes

 up there dance and twirl the clouds in fun.

The sun always sets in the west, I'm told,

well, today then I must have seen a miracle,

For today the sunset's rays the east pulled

or to say that when tired of the west 

to the east they run.

The way the colors played in that sky, 

'twas lyrical, like a very softly colored rainbow.

They say the sky is beautiful but for the scars,

when chem-trail mars they are satirical...

gaping wounds the sky will shun,

while colors from one cloud to the next flow.

Then somewhere, someone hears the thunder

like a paper lantern, from inside the cloud glows

and flashes with blinding light.

The jagged stripes of white will stun

all those to see the cloud ripped asunder.

Golden light and white, melting and melding together,.

Filling all those to see it with wonder

the light of the clouds and the light of the sun

together, they will awe ever witness forever.

While behind the sky is grey and dark blue,

the light and the dark the lightning will sever, 

and the cloud will pour rain by the ton.

The Pheonix was rising, now I know that it flew.