Nature's Fury...

Flickering flames of frenzied fury

Fanned by a freshening breeze.

Terrible tortuous tongues of fire

Hungrily lick at the trees.

With a roaring rush, the raging inferno

Famishes forest and farm,

'Til the land is blackened, barren and bare

And the world once wild is calm.

And the stillness settles on silent soil

Which once was the place of trees,

While the animals dead, or long since gone

Are merely memories.

But the green grass grows as time goes by,

And sinewy saplings soar;

For nature nourishes new grown trees

'Til the bush is there once more.

by Oliver Thomas