The Oblivion of Wildfire
By Ian Stevens



Consuming everything within its path
scorching trees and reducing bushes to ash.
Animals fleeing in an attempt to survive,
but some don't make it where as others get slashed


by the debris and rocks, all obstacles in the way.
The horrid wildfire burns not only homes, but hearts;
turning the once majestic forest to a dark abyss
forcing life to have to once again restart.


In the end, all that is left is a barren blackened wasteland
covered in as and coal, infected with death, wandering souls.
Standing at the edge the scarred, afraid animal survivors
are forced to wander for a new place to call home.


Amongst the horrid sight of the fire
grows yet a single infant spruce of pine green;
hope, small hope, rises as the tree grows and grows
so that after a few years a new forest begins with no death to be seen.


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