The fire comes leaping through the woods
Burning all of Nature's goods.
It jumps and sways from side to side,
Using each tree for its scorching ride.
It sputters left and sputters right--
Killing life with greedy delight.
It plays with leaves and very tall  pines,
Breaking in places, then it combines.
The trip is ended, the forest is gone.
It all started just before dawn.
So many were happy while they lived here;
Now, they're all hiding in fear.
It only takes a single match..

Where's the next forest a fire can catch?

(C) 2006 George E Thompson