The Fire

March 27, 2009
The flames dance wild and crazy,
Like a lion chasing its prey.
It goes after every sign of life in the once luscious, green forest,
Greedily engulfing some trees completely.
It hisses and snaps at the sky.
With its bright neon oranges and yellows,
It grabs tree after tree.
Some trees are spared from its ugly rampage,
Others not so fortunate.
It can’t get enough.

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