Sprites in the Storm
A poem
A poem
Amidst towering trees
a thunderstorm brews,
casting shadows upon the forest sprites.
Scintillating silver tears cascade,
prismatic reflections in every droplet,
drenching gossamer wings
and soaking shimmering garments.
Feeling the frenzy and forceful
unpredictability of the thunderstorm,
tiny forms tremble
with both fear and wonder,
seeking refuge
beneath the shelter of mushroom caps,
and revelling in the raw power of thunder.
As the storm gradually subsides,
sprites emerge from their hiding places
greeting the clearing sky
with renewed vitality,
and in each gust of wind,
wings sparkling with residual raindrops,
they soar on invisible currents
with grace and joy.
Amidst the tranquil aftermath,
and bathed in brilliant light,
the forest comes alive.