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.