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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