Forest flames bloom over the lush green hills
A Forest fire mirage over the the wood twilight hues
Sunset turns the hills to charred dark woods
As if, the greens burned down by the raging fire.
As if, to dowse the raging fire across the hills
Soon, the rains shower from up above the blues
Nature's way to redeem the lush green woods
At morn, greens resurrect with the forest flame fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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