All that is in harms way
Trees that lived a hundred years
No longer will they sway
Those who make it to the creek
Can only stare in wonder
They feel fear and tremble greatly
Watching the flames in plunder
The crackling branches
Of falling timbers
Glowing embers roll to the waters edge
Narrowing the paths that lead to safety
Slowly creating a wedge
Billowing smoke blots out the sun
It is as though midnight at high noon
Merciless flames without regard
To the daffodils that continue to swoon
Intensified heat shall wilt the petals
Until they be no more
An era ends-a way of life
Of which many came to adore
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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