The Cycle

The warm breeze blew swiftly through the evergreens,
The hazel leaves toppled loftily down in binds,
The blazing sun shone upon the light shades of greens,
The clear waters held living creatures of all kinds,
But the vicious fire burned with envy.

The bloodthirsty flames aroused and ignited,
They intercepted the shine of the sun and the shadowed land,
They filled the breeze with embers, with marks of annihilation,
They permeated the waters with gloom from invasion,
But there was a cheerful glow of justice just around the devestation.