Trees reaching outward

Their blackened branches like accusing fingers point

Beauty marred by charcoal trunks

Idyllic scenes no more

Mother Nature reached out to soothe

Covering wounded fauna with her green palms

Breezes ruffle and cool as Mother sighs

Throughout the summer she worked her charm

To cover up the fire’s harm

But alas it cannot be

And stands as warning

To take care

For forests burnt

And beauty


Will for decades bear the signs

Of the fire storm

That like a wild beast unleashed a roar

That hurt both ears and eyes

And left us sobbing to the skies

That filtered not their ungodly light

Of garish orange

As flames leapt high

And gave no answer as to why

But left us only with the scars


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