My Prose Poem for class, one of my favorites, and one of my better ones. Enjoy.
Silent giants sway, boughs stretching towards silent stars slowly vanishing behind the oncoming veil. Endless expanses of roots expectantly await the quenching torrent promised by swollen clouds. The leafy canopy ahead rustles in the gale like a rattlesnake’s tail, casting flickering shadows with waning light.
Thunder booms like a drum, forcing rabbits and squirrels to the seemingly safe shelter of their burrows. A flash of light splits the air, falling from the heavens to strike the carpet of debris like a match. A tendril of smoke rises like a cobra, sinuously swaying side to side. The fire builds, devouring parched plants, voicing a roar of fury.
Deer flee from their thickets, bounding into swallowing darkness, escaping blinding flames overtaking their havens. Sparrows take wing, peering down on smoldering ruins spreading like blood from a wound.
Another peal of thunder cracks through the forest, rolling echoes like gunshot. Overhanging clouds pour out their heavy burden, releasing salvation onto the thirsty forest. The once consuming fire putters and dies, leaving in its wake nothing but ashes.
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