The field is dressed in purple
with hues of orange that’s burnt,
wind sails from the East
like the waves of the ocean current.
Soldiers charging in, their white horses
chomping at their bits,
anticipating the thundering storm
and the lightening sky lit.
Across the field, the trees, they bend
without falling to the ground,
amongst them deer take shelter,
and the birds make no sound.
Soldiers strive on, prepared for war
as they march in a rhythmic form
Courage overwhelms their hearts,
knowing there’s silence before the storm.
The Thunder shakes the ground
and they look up towards the sky
the horses snort and prance about
as the rain soaks the ground that’s dry.