WILDFIRES IN EARLY SUMMER
Life goes on as it will
Like the river
That runs through the heart
Sometimes the water level
Is low
And sometimes it is high
We have to rush to keep up
For if we do not
We will never catch up
The river moves on
Toward the sea
It is said, “We never step
Into the same river twice”
The flow of water
Comes from the mountains
In spring when the snow melts
The water levels are high
Water rushes down
Fills the river to over flowing
Life is like that
And sometimes the gifts of life
Are overflowing
End of summer
The river dries out
Fish caught in pools
Wait for the rains to come
It is all a cycle
Like the wheel on your bike
Turning round and round
It is early summer now
Wildfires blaze
Smoke fills our little corner of the world
The scene is like the pictures of China
Mountains lost and found
In smoky atmosphere
June 2, 1018
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