A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
You knew he had arrived
Before you knew he was there.
Like a royal fanfare,
He was announced long before he appeared.
The room sparks with new energy
That you didn’t know was missing –
As lightening generates life,
And he is the inventor.
You all can’t help but glance
And even though you may not look for long
You all feel the change and destruction
That’s left behind like a plague
When he departs.
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