On Feeling Small

Listen to the wind
dance in the deadwood
feel the rumble
as thunder rushes through
smell the ozone
as the lightning dances
far above the tree tops
and lights the sky
with purest white
sit and tremble
at the magnitude
of reality
that dances
in the storm

 

April Wells
April 26, 2016

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