Far above us, atop the skies, an unseen storm battles the early Sun.
Miles beneath, the heavy lake renders dormant in the morning hours.
Our siblings walk in circles, never knowing the chaos that’s amidst.
Tears from bloodshed, shoot to Earth, so fast, it brings with clouds.
Like a patient in anesthesia, the sleeping lake is without sentience,
but as the ripples on the surface show, the heat path’s been sieged.
As the dragons hide in the grasses, and the avian flee to the trees,
A sister grunts in anger, wiping tiny screens, never seeing, the war.