Crackling, Crackling

Tackling the trees

Annihilating the bees

Making nature flee

Sizzling, Sizzling

Churning and turning

Trapping and wrapping

Like a maze, it's just the first phase

Consuming the air

Grooming nature's hair

Burning from the trunk 

Trailing atop to the 

Wailing of hives confined

Praying the stars aligned

Smoke and ash

Nothing but fire splash

Smoke blinding the dying sun

Cloak the aurora's lying son

Carbon filling its lungs

In the jaws of death's tongue