Yaah… the wind cheers
as it stirs the trees into
uproarious applause.
Each branch claps
with his neighbor,
each leaf trembling
with anticipation,
waiting for the show.
Not to be undone,
the grass chatters softly
Underfoot,
Looking upward,
Anticipating the first cannon strike.
The Performance Is About To Begin.
The blades whisper.
Electricity charges the air.
The flowers dip and bob
and swerve and curve
saying, “Please, please
ladies and gentleman
settle down. Please!”
A roll of thunder cracks.
The crowd falls silent.
The first streak of lightning
Splits the sky
And the show…
Begins!
© Mere I.M.A.G.G.E
