The storm blows powerful and strong, lightning strikes and thunder roars, the wind howls and blows and topples you over, the rain falls hard and floods the earth. Strange creatures lurk in the dark of night, howling and growling just out of view. But still the sky offers beauty. The wind tells you secrets and stories, softly carrying small seedlings home. The rain feeds the thirst of life and washes away the dirt. The night brings stars that guide you, or a view of the wonderland outside of the earth. The clouds drift softly, fueling   imaginations with fluffy shapes. But the city lights blind you from the night. The buildings block the wind and the smog from the cars and trucks and factories blacken the sky. The rain no longer falls for the warmth of the sun is blocked by dark clouds created by us. By me. By you. The sky can no longer share its beauty or its gifts. But just outside the city, the stars still shine bright, though far from reach the sky still shares them with you. Though far from reach, the earth can still heal. Let the sky see again, let the earth rest. we've taken more then what we need. But we can still give more than what we've taken. What do you think my friend, will you take my hand?

The end.