Sweetly singing, swaying birds,

The sun sets upon the shore,

But beware the silence when

The songs stop and the birds soar,

The black branches break again,

And all appears to be war.

Ferocious flames engulf all,

The birds from before all fall,

The rage is all I recall.

The writhing, wretched light forms,

The doom of darkness behind,

Spreading swiftly, silently,

Torrents of terror and shine.

Grey clouds all gather above,

All innocent things ignite,

Helpless, hopeless, hollow hearts,

Buried in this burning night.

This poem poem is about a wildfire. I did accidentally include a few too many rhymes, but it works this way, for now. 😅
I attempted to write this poem in a way similar to William Butler Yeats' poems. Not sure how well I did with that, but I had fun! (That's what counts.)