Blazing red, up in the sky,
Shines the sun, on land so dry.
Smoke so thick, goes far and wide,
Soon the sun, begins to hide.
Fires wild, all ‘cross the land,
Eating all, that dares to stand,
Through the brush, and trees so tall,
Loud it roars, upon them all.
Flames so hot, they bring much fear,
On the land, all life holds dear.
When it’s done, land charred so black,
Can this land, again come back?
But soon the rains, soak the ground,
Plants so green, again are found.
©2021 Steve McLeod.