The fire burned with orange light,
Reflecting off the snow of white.
The snow melted as it fell,
Over the forest of burning hell.
Fire burned quickly through the trees,
Urged on by the hefty breeze.
The air filled with thickening smoke,
Causing the animals to cough and choke.
Melting snow then created a flood,
Turning scorched earth into mud.
Nature can destroy and create,
The old forest is gone but just wait.
When winter is gone, come back in Spring,
And you’ll see many wondrous things.
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