Scarlet Red, Golden

Bristles, says the wind,

Sunny warm colours,

And as the sun goes down, 

I, too, lower my guard.

For every night I see,

Sharp shades of the sky,

But tonight it shines different, 

In scarlet red, golden. 

Calm as an ocean, 

Rapid like the sun,

Fire spreads around the dust,

Nature’s nightmare has begun.

Seek beauty in the crimson, 

Flames are all you’ll find,

And then, when next spring comes,

Scents of frond essence arrive.

Bright flowers bloom,

A gift from the heavens, 

Greenery erupts, 

And I am together again.