The colour of sunset bleeds across the horizon '
Clouds absorb the last oozings of the maturing sun
That leaks across the clear, bright sky.
A wailful choir of buzzes and roars rumble
About the vacant plains.
Falling branches disturb the soil beneath '
Leaves tumble to the ground, fleeting from the trunk:
Like evacuating employees.
Mountains of debris punctuate the landscape:
Flames lick the felled timber, whilst
The winnowing wind carries embers and ashes.
Thick, black fumes escape from the raging fire,
The light kissing the faces of numb onlookers,
Silent as the inferno spits and crackles beneath them.

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