Conflageration

Hot orange dancing in the breeze

Passing through blackening all the trees

Filling the air with thick grey smoke

Rising fume the leaves begin to choke

Sweeping beyond tall weeds

Burning through the grass

Praying that my scorching heat will wither down and pass

Here to kill the growing land

My flames keep growing higher

I’m passing by so shake my hand

And call me Forest Fire

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