With fur like storm clouds, claws like jagged stone,
Grizzbolt awakens, where lightning strikes alone.
No lumbering giant, content to graze and rest,
But storm’s embodiment, forever tempest-blessed.
Across the plains it charges, thunder in its wake,
Eyes flashing fury, for the tempest’s sake.
With every strike of paw, the earth begins to quake,
A dance of power, for nature’s wild partake.
But beneath the fury, a spirit wild and free,
Dancing with thunder, a symphony to see.
For Grizzbolt remembers, the ancient wind’s command,
To balance nature’s fury, with a gentle hand.
So approach with caution, yet with heart held true,
Respect the power, the storm’s wrath and view.
Offer not control, but understanding’s plea,
To learn the rhythm, of the wind and the wild sea.
Then, in the dance of lightning’s fleeting spark,
Grizzbolt’s rage unveils its hidden ark.
It shares the secrets, of the storm’s fierce grace,
Guiding you through danger, to a calmer space.
And as the clouds disperse, and sunlight paints the land,
Grizzbolt stands tall, a testament to its command.
For in your heart, its power will remain,
A reminder of balance, etched in wind and rain.
So raise your gaze, when thunderclouds unfurl,
Let Grizzbolt’s spirit, ignite your inner whirl.
For in the depths of storms, where lightning brightly flies,
A spark of harmony, forever in your eyes.