Upon The Flash

I sit and hide upon the flash,
While rain drops roll from silver leaves.
The scent of nature fills the air,
Feeding the life of the wandering breeze.

I sit and hide upon the flash,
And listen as the wind song calls.
A voice as constant as the thoughts,
And memories found in ancient halls.

I sit and hide upon the flash,
the sights and sounds unseen.
I taste the moisture in the air,
It feeds the life of, Mother Green.