When a passing cloud
might meet another
and together unleash
                                             Lightning
On thirsting ground
our significant spark
                                             Strikes
Bone-brittle tinder
buoyed by the quiet
breeze, an ember
                                             smolders until
Evening wind blows,
carries, smoking wisps
upon its wings into
                                            the forest
Sighs into crackling
summer leaves until
the canopy
                                            burns
So take note of every
passing cloud, because
you never know