The birds are flying,

The trees are dying,

Smoke is filling the air.

But the fire raged on and on,

not one to care

The chipmunks squealed,

the wolves howled,

but no water was found

The fire took souls at every moment

but the animals still fled,

hoping for some rain,

praying to the dead

Then, the sky filled with stormy clouds,

and the animals all cheered with glee

as the fire was put out,

for the animals were free!

-GalacticBlueWolf123