Redemption

A cloud without a sun So dim, it sets the heart to burn Across the wild redemption is heard Awakening the unknown to be bared. All around the drums of revolution is heard Flashes and grey smear the end. The rhythm on a flat, tempo rising in every note Like a drum on a strut crescendo climaxing as it wrote. In the greens, Some total obiesance, others undecided swaying and bowing. For the crawlers, Roosting was early, unceremonious, devoid of squacking and flapping. As the rumbling and tumbling heated The scurrying and scrambling ended. Roofs thumping, pallets sated buckets filled Puddles forming, earth elated streams tilled.