My power poem

My power is made from-

The fingertips of power hungry men,

The lightning clouds above,

The rich man’s stale greeting

The leather summer coat

And the robins sharp beaks

I found it-

Trapped on the top of a mountain

Hopping on the top,

Caged on a mountain

Crumpled on the side,

Were the cyclops sits like a stone,

This power can-

Flaten mountains made of gold,

Open locked opportunities,

Smooth hills made diamonds,

Catch golden firefly’s,

Stop the seas,

Until it is dry 

In a snow globe

If this power is lost 

The world is destroyed.