The grieving sky, bursting wind in every direction
Thousands and thousands of miles,
Mystic, dangerous, and restless
Dry and sharp
Dark and dreadful
It was frantic,
Frantic to talk
So, it rattled
for thousands and thousands of miles,
Terrifying like the silence
It’ll leave behind

But then when I got closer to it
Everything changed

The grieving sky turned into a beautiful sun
It glowed with yellow and rich browns,
Like Hundred variations 
Making it being far from frightful
And lovely beyond thought
Making you stop,
Trapping you
With its colors 
Drizzling by the clarity of the light
It shouted with color
Certainly, pure pleasure