I wonder about lightning and thunder.
How trees are sawn asunder.
A touch of its might
lights up the night.
A booming sound
echoes around.
Have you ever seen one up close?
If you ever had such a choice?
I heard your mighty voice
give my weak spirit a hoist.
Filled me with electric sights,
lift me to thundering heights.
Boom! Crash! Thoom!
The sounds filled the room.
Crackle! Snap! Sizzle!
We light up and fizzle.
Thunder fills me with wonder.
This I often ponder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem