As the wind caressed me like a lover.
Lightening flashed down around me,
As I stood there on the mountain side,
Surrounded by the dyeing scenes of nature.
I watched the world pass below.
Up here I was lost,
Gone from the world.
I wrote this a few years ago in my English Lit classes. I actually liked how it came out, it was one of those, here's a group of random words make a poem in the style of ______ things.