November 2, 2017
By Anonymous

Wildfires are bright,
Always growing and getting stronger,
Always showing tremendous light,
Tip of the orange flames always getting longer

Killing all of life,
All of the green on the trees,
Until all of the firemen arrive,
But the fire is just being doing its thing and being free

Throughout the night sky,
Clearing so much space,
All of the animals crying whereby,
All the animals running like it is a race

Smoke throughout the air after the fire,
Dark, Gray smoke causing pollution,
There is nothing but a crier,
There is nothing to do, no solution.

The author's comments:

It was a school assignment and I thought of doing poetry.

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