Stanley Jacques Poet Epic

I Wonder

The cloud talk
There goes the thunder 
We take a little walk 
It will fall under
We run, we fear, we hide
And I wonder
There goes the hill
An the seed do grow
the rain drop 
here goes the crop
The trees stand still
Will I ponder?
Make haste tis the rain 
Tis the rain that fall beyond
And I wonder
and just as I step out the door someone ask me were is the thunder?

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Sara Zahed December 30, 2008 at 9:42 AM Everything in our world has its own time and its own path, where everything is controlled by Allah (God in Arabic). Thank you for the warm comments...tc...Sara...