The Fire
The fires engulf the field.
Black chars the earth.
Smoke rises into dark clouds.
Drifting with the stench of burn.
Firemen rush frantically about.
The water spills from thier hose.
Tirelessly they work until the night.
Keeping homes safe and untouched.
God feels the pain of the earth.
He sends a welcome calming gift.
Showing people He is still in charge.
Of the winds, weather, and earth.
Rain falls ever so freely.
Replenishing what was destroyed.
Soaking in like a thirsty sponge.
Parched ground begins to renew itself.
Within days there is magic.
A green, healthy sprout emerges.
Repopulating the field with seed.
That will grow and spread itself.
Copyright © Stacey Watts | Year Posted 2011
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