On the land
You think is green
You dream to go
Finally you are there
The winds of change
The fire raging the hilly slopes
Dry weather and carelessness
The thick smoke the choking throats
The burning disasters
Houses and roads choked
The black smog and thick clouds
The red fire black smoke
Rising high to the sky
You think this land is green
The devastating sight the choking heat
The land of dreams temporary gone
Leaving you a state of shock
The rainfalls easing the pain
The soft breeze carrying it away
As the day approaches
You realize everywhere is the same
It is humans who make it all wrong
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