Beneath the flames, the world turns red,
A fiery beast where dreams once spread.
Forests howl as roots lay bare,
Dreams consumed in the searing air.
Homes dissolve to ash and dust,
Memories fade, foundations rust
A child’s toy, a mother’s ring,
All lost within the fire’s sting.
Memories once held so dear,
Now drift as ghosts through skies unclear.
The choking smoke, a heavy shroud,
Hides the earth beneath its cloud.
Skies weep embers; rivers dry,
And every corner of the earth asks, “Why?”
Lives undone in a single flash,
Hopes buried deep beneath the ash.
Families splinter and love stretched thin,
Grief replaces strength within.
Yet through despair, small seeds persist,
And hope arises in the midst.
Neighbors reach with steady hands,
To lift each other as they stand.
Through ash and ruin, dreams can be renewed,
Allowing life, united, to rise true.
