Dawn


The world on fire,
Blazing and bright,
Trees, like matchsticks and tinder,
Burn in the light.

The horizon simmers
With an eerie orange glow,
Tendrils of black smoke rising,
soft and slow.

A hawk circles,
Riding the currents above,
In her claws dangling,
A small rock dove.

The fragile feathers on his chest,
Are scorched and dry,
The memory of a dead nest,
A bitter scar on his breast.

As time flows forward,
Through the rivers and streams,
The flames die down,
Left gasping in the water to drown.

When the last spark sinks beneath the surface,
Coming to rest on the hard clay,
The sky turns dark and cold,
Till the embers of dawn
Spit and sizzle with new day.

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