Thunder rumbles;
Lightning strikes the ground;
Animals run
As flames leap all around.
Fire crews scramble,
Gathering all their gear
Wasting no time
Emergency is here.
Flames lick at trees
Dry brush cracks and burns;
Wind made by heat
Cause flames to dance and churn.
Creatures escape
On foot and in flight;
Hot Shots work late
Battling into the night.
Over at last,
The danger is gone,
Landscape left black,
But the battle is won.
Season of rest;
New plants start to grow;
Signs of fire yet
On forest floor below.
Animals return
In herds, flocks and bands;
Helping to form
Renewed life in the land.
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