Wind turbines, wind turbines spinning away the day,
Busy blades chopping up particulate-laden air,
a harsh spin cycle
for the big polluters
Wind turbines, wind turbines catching bright suns rays,
spinning and tossing prism beams every which way.
Gleaming white towers topped by coruscating hopes.
Old windmills must have seemed like man’s prideful
assault on the gods - modern giants even more audacious
shred Odin’s beard, and rile up the denizens
of Asgard to no end. Bolts of lightning fury may
rain down upon them, yet to no avail.
Move over, obsolete deities --
the Alternative Energy gods have arrived;
They rule over all who have come before.