С крутых

                небесных 

                                 лестниц

                                               скатился 

                                                              шалый 

                                                                          гром, 

                                промчался вдоль по лесу
                                с огромным топором.

Он много 

                куролесил:

                                  валил, 
 
                                            крушил, 

                                                           ломал,

                     и только в мелколесьи
                     умерил свой запал.

                                                      И молния,

                                                                        танцуя,

                                                                                     с ним рядышком 

                                                                                                                 прошла,

                                                                                                      пылая 

                                                                                                     и 

                                                                                           ликуя: 

                                                                             судьбу

                                                                                свою

                                                                              нашла

                                                                                   !