Flames Running Wild

In the heart of summer’s blaze,

The forest burns, the skies a haze,

The earth cries out in sparks and flame,

As nature fights to stake its claim.

The trees, once green, are now charred and black,

A scorching trail, no turning back

The wind, a howl of fury’s breath,

Carries whispers of untold death.

Yet through the ashes, life will rise,

A phoenix born from nature's cries,

For though the flames consume the land,

Hope and rebirth are close at hand.