Ashen Echoes

Dancing flames enfold the tree's limbs, smouldering with wisps of ebony, interlacing a mystic cloak in their trail,

Strangling flowers until they lose their elegant and luscious colours,

Flickering flames scatter up the hills chasing after animals, consuming them, covering them in harsh substances,

Elegant plants are altered into carbonised monsters as they are swallowed by raging flames.

Amidst the blaze, creatures falter, frail and exposed,

The fire whispers a sickening horror as it slowly fades and weakens.

A fiery glow blankets the ground, gravely warning that the ravaged animals are now uprooted refugees,

Flames consume the earth's embrace, unleashing gases until met face-to-face,

Humanity stands exposed as our citizens decrease, facing the looming threat of the ferocious blazes crease,

 A barren landscape we are not long to see, charred and scorched where nature's fronts decree.

Fleeting smoke evaporates into the air sending a warning that no one shall dare!

Ashen echoes fill the musty air,

Once a thriving forest is now a scarred, torched landscape barren and bare.

As the landscape lays bare, hope is near under a log, a seed is near,

As the landscape lays silent, aspiration remains close, beneath a log, a seed of promise, it shows.

After the blaze's frenzy, among the devastation, resilience arises with silent power.

As ecosystems arise and hope is near, a system to create a life again, it's near,

Blossoms arise, a fragile yet rebellious stance, in their luscious hues, a tale of resilience told for though the terrain transforms and beauty unfolds.

In the blaze's wake lies a powerful truth. One day, earth may be free from life's luscious hues. 

Let us heed the call to help our earth from the ashes of rebirth may not always come, save our earth, save our planet because we won't be able to restore it.