Tinder burns bright.
Hunker down by the hearth.
Effortlessly the sun heats the snow from above.
Spring brings the end of winter.
Opening flowers bloom red like magma.
Nothing but plants sprout like spaghetti.
Searching with sound the wind blows mean.
Heated and dry the sun scorches with new fruit ripened.
Intertwined rivers crash rocks together.
Nature changes leaves auto.
Empty branches sway on the hilltop.
Seasons repeat as the world ages.