Shattering Glass
by Crystal Chen
something stirs under the surface of the old lake
for years and years, nothing has ever moved
in this still, still forest
grandfather time has walked a long way
a songbird swoops down and takes a drink
the stirrings grow strong and a spark was lit
a glow pervades through the depths of the dark
the old lake, too tired and too shy
sweeps with a wave of it’s fluid hand
over the little flicker of light
only for it to rise and shatter
the clear glass of the surface
surprised, the old lake parts
majestically, as the fire bursts out
and spreads its billowing arms of flame
into the clear blue sky
by Crystal Chen
something stirs under the surface of the old lake
for years and years, nothing has ever moved
in this still, still forest
grandfather time has walked a long way
a songbird swoops down and takes a drink
the stirrings grow strong and a spark was lit
a glow pervades through the depths of the dark
the old lake, too tired and too shy
sweeps with a wave of it’s fluid hand
over the little flicker of light
only for it to rise and shatter
the clear glass of the surface
surprised, the old lake parts
majestically, as the fire bursts out
and spreads its billowing arms of flame
into the clear blue sky