Forrest's foliage flourishes as branches
out...The wild animals hide and peek their
heads all about.Forrest trees can turn
ablaze...From this smoke, eyes can be singed
within the blinding haze.Aft' the smoke
finally does abate...This evidenced damage
of this imaged bad state.The removal of
all it's pride from this infernal's sad
fate.Cleanup and replanting may take
awhile...Restoring it's beauty from man's
careless defile! 01-09-2006'.
2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
Michael this poem is a great descrition of a disaster happening in the world. What a sad loss of beautiful things I cannot begin to think our those critters must suffer. A sad but beautiful poem cheers Sylvie
Bush fires are a terrible problem over here. Many are started purpously by man. However, they are also a natural part of natures evolution. Nice poem. Thanks Gyp's
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sad, all the beauty goes away to come again another day---wonderful poem----Melvina