Thunderstruck

In the garden, pale pink blossoms

Covered a blanket of soft green grass,

In Spring.

The sky darkened, as a storm arose.

Trees in the orchards tossed their heads on agony,

Rage;

A single bolt of lightning speared down from the cloudless sky,

Killing the tree in an instant;

From that day on, not a single blade of grass by the blossom tree prospered.

Dead