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I hear the groaning and gnashing of bark
The grave consequence of a single spark
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All that was green now lies in ruin
Lost in ash that we are consuming
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Fire, ruthless master of havoc
The thief steals and never gives back
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Dark smoke chokes out the blue sky
And calls the blood red moonlight
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Every wide trodden path
Returns to the flame’s wrath
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The vast wildfire burns
Everywhere you turn
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Shall we stand tall?
Until we fall?
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Though the flames
Eat our frame
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Our seed
Will breath
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Grow
Sow
About the Creator
Levi Dickson
Primarily a songwriter, but no stranger to poetry.
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