Blooming, roar - the heavenly theft,
Lightnings - thunders, right and left
The flight cancelled as the birds hide
One law of nature all can, but , abide.
And, a puny creature, underneath I stand
The heavenly uproar, an evening so grand
So many terraces - yet, I wonder how
that I, alone, am in one right now?
Could it be that rest all have been out-of-touch?
And, careless to admire the serenade - glamorous as such?
(Greatness is a majority opinion. So far, the majority always has been wrong - the concept has)
