Electricity drips from dusky wires
as dreamy sparks alight
the tender grass below the span
and the animals affright.
The spectacle starts, the stage is set
to start the forest blaze
engulfing nature twig by twig,
the circling birds in haze.
Fire is not satisfied
it knows not when to quit;
engulfing every thing it sees
consuming every bit.
But then we hear the thunder roll
as the rain makes embers hiss;
and snuffs out the conflagration with
a gleaming, cooling kiss.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments3
Spectacular the stage well set in this poem. Nicely done.
Thank you!
You are most welcome Franz
Wow, Fränz! This carries both beauty and danger...building through destruction before finally releasing into relief. Nature feels fierce, vulnerable, and restorative all at once. Excellent write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you!
Excellent work.
Thank you!
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