Grasses dried
By the summer’s hot sun.
Ignited
By the white hot heat
Of a bolt of lightning
Orange flames hungrily devour
Everything in their path.
The roiling billows of smoke
that can now be seen
Portend the destruction
that lies in the wake of this red hot monster.
The flames become a wave of fire
Dancing gleefully over the parched land.
Swept along quickly by the wind
Rising higher and higher
Growing
Ever threatening
