His Own Dawn

Night sets in Quite a din Wind howls Thunder growls Trees shiver His self quivers Lightning strikes He gets a fright He, no child To get frightened Of Nature Wild So ??? He has Struck a low It’s not Foul weather But rather The inside commotion From which He cannot run Cannot sleep Lost in Emotions deep Time ticks His thoughts Continue to prick Cannot untie The tangled knots Not able to join Scattered dots A Faint light Yonder Heralds 'another day' God’s 'another bright wonder' As the storm Subsides He sighs His wait still on For his own dawn