Fire rains down and scorches the earth.
The plants fizzle and drift in ashy bits
on warm currents and leave behind their roots.
The flaming spheres fume their way through the earth
like butter suffering from a hot knife treachery.
The volcano coughs and refuels the smoked trails.
Earthen bits mix and cool and prepare to catch their brothers
as they sail over and through all boundaries.
Soon the forest will reclaim the waste with renewed vigor.
All the grayed green will thrive again
and storm the tower of its bane.
Thanks to Laurel for this Saturday's inspiration of "hot, because I have passion and creativity."
Thanks to Laurel for this Saturday's inspiration of "hot, because I have passion and creativity."
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