Photons lacerate the air in waves of ev'ry hue, <br />plunging through successfully except for burning blue. <br />Motes of dust and water drops play cricket with blue balls, <br />weaving veils of endless blue in vast concentric shawls. <br />When the rays are vertical they drill through skin and bone, <br />drain all sheen from vibrant green, steal water from dry stone. <br />Then all life is forced to heed light's power to subdue. <br />The mantle of the victor is a fire of flaming blue.<br /><br />Diane Hine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-blue-2/
