Northern flames

The winds they blow and the sparks fly

This is the season in our new reality

That the Forest Fires flourish.

Nature is enraged at mans viewless sight

For we have turned our back on the climates change.

Yes it is here and we must adhere

And do our best, for as time flies

The trees moan, and woodland creatures too

For the fires consum, our pressious land

And we cry when we see the flames. 

 Wake up and start our treck

To slow the climates Change.  

SLC/2025