the clouds that rain darkness,
the flames that burn a wilderness,
reach up to grab the flighted beast,
to join the rest in its roasting feast.
a spark to start a dazzling blaze
gallons to end the immaculate haze.
with ruins in ashes,
its horror still flashes;
with the mesmerizing red, yellow and orange fading;
the sullen sorrow of unmasked darkness begins cascading;
the vain efforts of the yellow cladded firefighters;
undone by the mysterious force of natures calibrators.
a wish from the evacuated that never may such a catastrophe occur,
but only to oblivion their imminent danger with this dictator.
the sea of flames lie low for now,
only to rise soon for the next bright show....
Saurav Sudhir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forest-fires/
