The Red on The Horizon

The forests crackle under my touch
Grass to ash
Trees to fall
Dust to dust

The natural order of life
Its end
Its destruction

I its guiding hand
Yet the only hand I wish to hold
Is yours

Across the canopy
Clouds of smoke
A message for all
A greeting for me

To be with you is my only wish
Should it cause me to extinguish

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