Mighty who?

The white clouds

Upon the the dark ones

Upon the layers of mountains

Below the hard sun

All these mighty creations 

Along with the roaring thunders and shower of rain

And at the other side was the mere I 

Glazing and fearing and also being amazed

The wind then blew and whispered to me

No one who is meek and weak

Can withstand the sight of such powerful streaks

You have the will and so you are here

You have the skill and so you are here

You have the words to shatter any wall

You have the brightness to lighten up the hall

Your eyes have the sharpness to tear within the clouds

Your muscles are ripped to cut down any sword

It’s all from you

It’s all within you

It’s you who said these mountains to be mighty 

It’s you who think only nature has variety

The wind then paused

Without concluding all

And left me with thoughts

Wondering, whether I was the one mighty

Or those thundering clouds