A fire burns deep, burning the papers.
A water flows weep, teardrops and sweating
A airs movement, my breathe goes on.
The shivering ground, a scary phenomen.

A noise in the wind,
a strike through the sky.
Tears the clouds again,
and here again this time.

I'm glad it didn't scare me,
a proud little child,
as that strikes power,
is the energy of life.

I controll it well,
translate and convert
from the language of nature,
to the language of words.

A resistor regulates my thoughts,
as the current goes on,
and the voltage
is not in parallel anymore.
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