She dances between the clouds on silvered wings
Twisting and turning particle-to-particle she swings
In her wake a thunderous applause
Until she reappears again after a pause
Lighting the sky with a dazzling array
The darkest night becomes like day
Bouncing cloud-to-cloud and sometimes to ground
She revels in the power she throws around.
The thunderous applause is impressive here on earth,
But she reminds us, it is she, lightening, that does the work.
So next time you see her dance and careen through the sky,
It is for her thunderous applause; Now you know why.
Beautiful...I enjoyed.
I always liked the lightning, and the "applause" well done Huck.
Huck, this is beautiful, I felt as if I were viewing a summer storm, Mia
My thunderous applause and sure you know why!
Huck,
That was a beautiful poem. like watching a lightening storm as it comes through the sky... the calm before the storm...LOL...
Beautiful write..
Peace and Love
Judy