I was watching out the window in that field when I saw this unfold, before my eyes. I couldn't do anything, as I was too far away, and no water out there anyway. I knew those clouds were coming in, and none too soon.
As I gaze in the distance of the field, A field of wildflowers and thickets. I see in the distance, A blemish of temper and scorch. The harmony of the field is plagued and tarnished, By raged flames. As the flames made their way through the field, Devouring everything in its path. The wildflowers, wilted and scorched, Torn in their beauty. The thickets lay blistered, Weeping in sorrow. The sky brings a cool mist of rain, That has justice in its nature. For the field of wildflowers, And thickets are in harmony from the rage. The dance of the wildflower and thickets, Are the beauty that I have gazed at, in the distance.
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