Finally wrote a poem again, and I'm very proud of it. It's a happy one, which is even more surprising. This is about when I was walking home with my friend in Poland in the rain and thunder, which I think will remain one of my life's most prominent memories.
Nature's Castle
Within the ginormous hallway of towering trees
A passageway of Nature's boundless castle,
A symphonic song of rustling leaves, of pouring rain;
Of mumbling voices, and distant music
Brought together by the pounding, bass-filled percussion of thunder
Rings out,
Accompanied by the powerful visuals, like a play;
The passionate guitarist on his bench,
The sand-dusted brick path,
The regular folk walking to and from the beach,
and the eye-catching
ever-bright lightning,
crawling across the sky, like a glowing, grabbing hand
Touching the clouds, touching the air
With skin thrice the heat of the Sun.
My skin, though, is soaked through with raindrops,
My body, my hair, my clothes together becoming one with Nature's blood.
And as I walk the hallway of Nature's castle, hearing the world's orchestra,
In an unfamiliar place,
I look to you, my familiar face
And for one shining moment, lit up by the bolts in the sky
I feel as though
it was all worth it.
And it always will be.