A blaze started
by a strike of light,
spreading from tree to tree,
driven by the wind,
charing hundreds of acres.
The sentinels could spot the trees
burning like candlesticks in the distance.
The fighters scurry down the fireline,
trying to avoid the wall of flames.
They create a barren ring,
stripping the flame of its nourishment.
it's not enough.
A flare-up.
The fire expands,
pushing past all the barriers.
Its roaring conflagration
kindles standing trees.
It engulfs everything in its path.
The smokejumpers retreat.
The planes drop the retardant,
But the inferno cannot be tamed.

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