Sparks Ignited

In the desert lightning strikes,

An act deadly for the dry wild fields,

Under the brush a spark ignites,

Fed by the winds it consumes all it reaches,

Steadily climbing towering trees,

Leaving their carcasses in its wake,

Red and green leaves turn to charred black remains,

The once blue sky now choked with black smoke,

Not even the high flying birds can survive the fire’s hold,

Water sprayed from the sky for days,

Yet nothing could extinguish the red hot devil,

Thousands of acres destroyed by the blaze,

Now the birds and the bees have nowhere to turn,

Their homes shattered by the almighty blaze.