Fire

Blooming in the sky,
a flower of such magnitude-
flourishing and wilting, breathing,
as its seed rains down
and the fire consumes all
in awe of its beauty.

The petals fold out,
expanding the fire’s reach
as the clouds all gently burn.
The blue sky wrinkles
and turns a bright cinder’s yellow
then from red to black, it turns-
melting into night.

The Earth below glistens
in those final brilliant moments.
It blurs and the world is hidden
in a haze of color that coats the land.
And the wind
whistles through the trees
forced through by the tides that the blooming pushed in;
a sunset explosion.
A sunset explosion.
Then silence.

The world burns, the sky- in flames, then she finally wilts.
Petals fall into nothingness, the night- all is left in ash,
then we wait through the darkness
for the arrival
of the next day,
her sunrise revival.