Out of words and out of time
Silence writes a moving rhyme
Nothing spoken, nothing heard
Just some movements from a bird
Skies are quiet ground is dry
Clouds are ruling in the sky
Something challenging coming near
Rounds of thunder soon we'll hear.
Climbing temperatures baking day
Sizzling rocks along the way
Charging elements making storm
Cooler breezes touch the warm
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