The Outdoors in Autumn
Vines hang like chandeliers.
Grass wiggles like worms trying to
escape their captives.
Trees stand like sculptures in the sky.
Lava spews out like a tsunami drowning everything.
Fire jumps high into the air scorching the forest.
The smoke is thick black dye blackening the sky.
Poet: Henry Priebe
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