I look into a wading mirror
to see trees looking back
with leaves of darkest forest green
and sky an angry black.
The first impact, the ripples break
and I must turn away
I want to watch that fractured glass
and feel the thunder play.
Into the warm and dry I go
to hide in golden bars
to sleep in safety though I trust
the mirror is not far.
I leave the gilded cage and then
down to the mirror run
to see the damage wrought
while sky was hiding sun.
I look into a wading mirror
to see trees looking through
with leaves of brightest kelly green
and sky a cheery blue.
