blue light dance

sudden darkness fills the sky,
loud cracks of thunder
echo across the land.

Blue lines streak from above and
wreak havoc down bellow.
Bullets of ice are shot from heaven's rifles
and torrents of rain clear everything of old.

as quickly as it came, it disappears,
light shines through the freshly parted clouds.
The world seems different, refreshed... renewed
destruction gave way to new creation,
and new growth was inspired

Author's Note

not sure what to think bout this one...

Reviews

[Reborn A Phoenix]

i liked it you did a good job

[roarke]

It's a thought, and impression and a pretty clear one at that. Writing is expression of the events and perspectives we are aware of around us. I'd say this was a hopeful and positive expression.