Fire Season
Clouds or smoke
I cannot tell
Colorado is
burning up like hell
It’s getting
hard to breathe this air
As more forests
lie black and bare
The animals come
into town
The once blue
sky is now tinged brown
It smells like
a cookout but nobody dares
To strike a
match or set up flares
We pray for
rain, the non-lightning kind
To get Colorado
out of this sad bind
The
firefighters are super hero-like
Especially for us
who like to hike
One of these
days, fires will be out
And we will
joyously give a shout
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