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Winnalynn Wood Mar 2021
The mossy banks and the flourishing trees
To me it seems a shade of viridian green

With the deepest pine hue and a touch of blue
The depths of its cascade cast the eye askew

And you may be tempted to decorate with it
Just don’t forget the enchanted spell casted within

Beautiful and mysterious and eternally seen
You’ll find yourself gazing on viridian green
Svetoslav Mar 2021
blinding aether sun
burnt grasses and branches cry
as ashen giants flight
The sky was golden yellow
Air was black, unbearable hot
While we were running
towards help.
Running non stop.

Passing many trapped animals
Nothing we could do to help.
Felt like our life was over.
Felt very much like hell .

Fire flames as  high as trees
surrounding.
The thick smoke inhale was real.
Tears were running without knowing , fear and
desperation was the feel.

Honor to all the firefighters,
who risk  their lives
courageously .
To save house and hearth
And all the other living herd.

Shell✨🐚
Forest fires a nightmare . Hell on earth!!
Owen Mar 2021
And the shimmering silver threads
made webs,
strung between the pines that swayed
as the wind bent the grass,
sent the clouds sailing
through the sky.
The smoke and scent
of trees and sap alight
rose in the summer heat
to drift down at night,
leaving the heavens clear.
Stars appear
as grains of sand on the beach.
flickering, sparkling, falling.
Those nights
I wish I was next to you
to share this view
of the cosmos.
Two weeks in the field
Svetoslav Mar 2021
sunburnt grasses cry
branches, blinding aether sun
as ashen giants flight
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