My Lord

The smoke filled air burned my teary sad eyes
Filling my lungs with ash and gray soot I cough
What a disaster my thoughts scream out, my Lord
Vegetation wilting before me makes barren land

Now what will become of the wildlife’s homes?
Even the once plentiful fish float about the hot creek
Mother earth surely yells out in pain, feeling burnt skin
What brother or sister caused this chaos, oh man

I played here once taking for granted the green grass
Now I stand here gazing about this smoke, heart broke
Where will the surviving elk migrate trudging on?
Food elsewhere grows thin progress they call it

But I remember when organic was a normal backyard
Maybe this burn will cause a purification of sorts
If the new plants can make it through the pollution
Perhaps as mutations they will survive here once again