Written by my 15 yr old son.
I stand here on the hilltop.
Watching Zeus' wrath on the Earth.
The ground rumbles under my feet.
As if it is an ogre's birth.
I walk down the street.
Only sound, the roaring of a frog.
Calling to another,
Love, come from the bog!
Together as I do.
They sit and watch the show.
The lightning's brilliance.
And the fairies' glow.
It is so beautiful.
As if in a dream.
But I know it is not.
Because I don't have to scream.
I see true magic at work.
Lightning sparkles in the skies.
Just as majestic
As the radiance of the fireflies.
Finally.
After all these years.
A moment of peace.
To bury stress and fears.
In the midst of brilliant chaos.
I feel true joy.
Guilt and sorrow seem to disappear.
Going back to the innocence of a boy.
I stand here on the hilltop.
Watching Zeus' wrath on the Earth.
The ground rumbles under my feet.
As if it is an ogre's birth.
I walk down the street.
Only sound, the roaring of a frog.
Calling to another,
Love, come from the bog!
Together as I do.
They sit and watch the show.
The lightning's brilliance.
And the fairies' glow.
It is so beautiful.
As if in a dream.
But I know it is not.
Because I don't have to scream.
I see true magic at work.
Lightning sparkles in the skies.
Just as majestic
As the radiance of the fireflies.
Finally.
After all these years.
A moment of peace.
To bury stress and fears.
In the midst of brilliant chaos.
I feel true joy.
Guilt and sorrow seem to disappear.
Going back to the innocence of a boy.
