Fränz Müller

Sparks

Electricity drips from dusky wires

as dreamy sparks alight

the tender grass below the span

and the animals affright.

The spectacle starts, the stage is set

to start the forest blaze

engulfing nature twig by twig,

the circling birds in haze.

Fire is not satisfied

it knows not when to quit;

engulfing every thing it sees

consuming every bit.

But then we hear the thunder roll

as the rain makes embers hiss;

and snuffs out the conflagration with

a gleaming, cooling kiss.