Thrasher's Call

The stirring thirst to be informed remakes our hearts, our terror-formed clay and dust torn by headline-winds, tornado-funnel currents’ spin that turns the wheel of loves malformed.

The gentle air of bird-song morn sings quietly of joys reborn: the cooling streams of life within stir my thirst to be re-formed.

Then stilling green amid the storm, life’s hue renewed, from dust reborn, paints peace and mirth, the Artist’s whims, inspired breath; and I again see raging rains to grace transformed and stir my thirst to be well-formed.