wildfire
It starts out beautiful, you never think it could amount to any harm, it ends in disasterIt's pretty much an accidental wild fire.The touch of the flames on the branches warm themThe branches if only knowing the destruction yet to comeFeels so calming yet so terrible.So bad, yet so inevitableCry's from the tops of the trees see the future upon the horizonCrumbling down Dust and AshCovering the groundWhen those trees fellNo one heard a sound.
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