The Flooding Fire

Rusted air surrounds us.

From what was once a farm was now fields of ash, the wildlife was inhaled by roaring crackling flames,
destructive and powerful, like a wild animal.
The fire was a knife, cutting through darkness, illuminating earth. 

The farmers were left with an irredeemable wound. Where were the signs of life?
Burnt trees, hot air, everything around us was gone, the sky was red and thick with smoke.
Where were the signs of life?