In the darkened canvas of night's grand stage,
A spectacle unfolds, awe in every age.
Across the vast expanse of heavens high,
A vibrant bolt of lightning scorches the sky.
A crackling surge of electric might,
Like celestial tendrils dancing in flight.
Illuminating clouds with a brilliant glimmer,
Descending upon Earth, a celestial shimmer.
From horizon to horizon, its path does trace,
Leaving in its wake a cascade of grace.
Nature's celestial artist, with every stroke,
Paints a masterpiece with this lightning's evoke.
Each flash, a brush of intensity and might,
Bringing forth a symphony of pure light.
The sky splits open with a dazzling flare,
As if heaven and earth have become aware.
An orchestration of thunder soon follows suit,
A rumbling percussion, deep and absolute.
Echoing through valleys, forests, and plains,
Announcing the arrival of heaven's reign.
In this mesmerizing display of nature's skill,
We find ourselves humbled, our hearts stand still.
For in that fleeting moment, a truth rings clear,
That the world we inhabit is far more than we appear.
So let us stand in awe, as lightning streaks,
Drawing us closer, as the universe speaks.
For in that electric dance, we find wonder and peace,
A reminder that all creation shares a cosmic lease.