I walk outside to see a flaming ball of red. I can't believe it's the sun. Every breath I take is choked up with the scent of ashes. Fire, Fire go away and don't come back another day. Return the sky to its normal hue and take your dreaded ashes away with you. These horrible ashes. They're the remains of burnt memories. The remains of love, hope, dreams and everything in between.
So many of my friends have become homeless overnight. Others fleeing for their lives. How can you be so cruel? Your scorching flames have no mercy. Your choking smoke has no compassion. I sit here and pray for those who have no more hope. I sit here and hope for those who can do nothing but pray.
In these times all I can remember is the last verse of a nursery rhyme: "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down."
2 comments:
This happens every year, huh?
It was horrific--seeing the dark clouds cover up the sky, and being truly helpless.
It's November, dang it! It's not supposed to be this hot!
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