Tom Doll
The dryness of summer
Has us begging for rain
As the sun bakes the land.
The winds of autumn will soon arrive
Bringing sensations of cold
As we wait for the soft white blanket
That seeks to cool the earth.
A spark from Lucifer’s flame
Has scorched the earth in a blaze.
Whirlwinds will feed
The colorful beacons that consume
A sea of prairie and mountains of fuel
Leaving a visible darkness.
We all feel the sensations of pain
And the agonizing fires that greeted us
Will always be remembered
For only the ashes remain.