Where the grass burns the palest green,
and the sky is charred black and blue,
where mountains roar
as invisible flames lick up their steep sides.
Where fiery trees moan and groan,
and flowers crisp to a purple dust,
where windows shatter,
and doors buckle beneath a powerful force.
Where children who used to run and laugh
now run and cry in horror,
where parents scream for their children,
who will never even hear them.
And where wind blows
and sucks all the color from the earth,
making it finally stand still.