The earth screams at the smokey sky,
Fire rained back, and flames burned high.
The ocean will roar and the air
Will never relinquish power.
The animals they run run run,
Away from the elements that they love.
The heat pours down and penetrates a world,
The air is choked out, and reality is curled.

Silence takes over as the flame burns out,
Everything is gone without a doubt.
But it's the way of life, burning and growing,
It's earths process, cleansing and slowing.
There's good in the bad, though hard to see,
From the ashes grows a bud, a flower to be.
Please don't lose hope in any natural thing,
For you're of nature, like every human being.