Sparks are flickering and flames are burning,
The tongues of the fire are all consuming.
Swirling smoke clouds up the night,
Bringing Hell upon the starry sight.
Creatures roaming run in fear,
Away from the fire that will soon be near.
Ash is the only thing left behind,
Leaving destruction for all to find.
Smoldering coals lay on the ground like a path,
Leading the way to the blazing heart.
It burns through everything within it's reach,
Encouraged on by the summer breeze.
It whispers promises of things to come,
Creeping forward till the night is done
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I understand you have land fires in New Zealand. Life will grow again after the truama.