Forrest's foliage flourishes as branches
out...The wild animals hide and peek their
heads all about.Forrest trees can turn
ablaze...From this smoke, eyes can be singed
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Michael this poem is a great descrition of a disaster happening in the world. What a sad loss of beautiful things I cannot begin to think our those critters must suffer. A sad but beautiful poem cheers Sylvie
Bush fires are a terrible problem over here. Many are started purpously by man. However, they are also a natural part of natures evolution. Nice poem. Thanks Gyp's
Very sad, all the beauty goes away to come again another day---wonderful poem----Melvina