An August Day Poem by Orlando Belo

I found myself standing in a cornfield
on this warm summer's day.
An afternoon wind blew into my face
and literally carried me away.

It swept me high into the blueness
and I became a cloud, so white.
My whisper of hello echoed out,
which brought a flash of light.

The northern wind became angry
and brought darkness to the sky.
Roars of thunder shook the heavens,
which caused the clouds to cry.

Strings of jagged flashes fired down,
as the blackness held back the light.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to wake you, " I shouted,
which calmed the heaven's might.

Tranquillity came and filled the darkness,
followed by a fracture by the sun.
Threads of the thinnest light became beams,
leaving the day and I, as we begun.