Fury of Fire

The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head, Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red; An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below; As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow; The roar of the fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay, And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away; The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break, It burns with an unknown fury, til nothing is left in it's wake; The fire has a mind of it's own, carrying a heart full of wrath, Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.