Sun Speaker - Resolve

From the cliff
Where I stand I see waves crash upon the shore
Claps of thunder tear across the air
A gentle calm washes o'er the expanse

The wind carries whispers of resolve
Through the undecadent canyons and valleys below,
And o’er the trees

Whispers of hope and solace unto my ears
Rain begins to blot the ground like ink to a page

Oh, sweet resolve
Her gentle lips mouth the words “Carry forward”
But the only sound I hear is the roar of the ocean
From her chest a light
A radiant beacon of hope
Thunder continues to drum against the sky
Rain has soaked the soil

My eyes open to see that dark silver clouds
Have broken way to a luminous sky
The smell of petrichor hangs in the air
The cool wind carries over the mountain pass