Ashes

Smoke rises in the distance. The smell of flames starts to replace the fresh air. No creatures in sight. None to be found. Just the smell of fire. Wild fire. Burns show where it has been. Like footprints in the snow. The birds are silent. The air dull. Light is dim. The fire has ended. Ash lays everywhere. On the tree tops. On the forest ground and bushes. Silence. It is over. The fire is out.

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