Cyclones and wildfires,
on their way they overturn
whatever is there.
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Drought, heat, mighty winds.
Foliage becomes kindling.
Wildfires, perhaps.
…
Autumn breezes sing
harmonious lullabies.
Also, requiems.
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Fueled fiery fires
burn, kill, turn us to ashes.
Emit warmth and light.
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Roaring wildfires
devour homes in the forests.
Run away, Bambi!
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Red hot fire flames,
duplicitous visitors.
Blazes maim, destroy.
Indeed, and also
flames cast light, reveal footpaths,
warm up our sweet tea.
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Radiant flames glow, shine.
Blazes burst, inflame with flames.
Illuminate routes.
Flames incinerate,
reduce to ashes and dust.
Consume (almost) all.
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Fire season, done.
We were spared, yes, once again.
That is, some of us.
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When the fire burns out,
ashes turn into compost.
The earth births again.
