The sun rifling through the dim lit sky,
The mountains burning along with the rest,
The tree calm as the rainbowed pond,
The pads colorfully laying in their nest,
As the fire spread across the crowd,
Lily was on fire with uncontested rage,
Never seeing her promising bright future,
Unable to turn the next eventful page,
Her day was gone along with the sun,
Praying to see the blinking bright stars,
Her lids falling with the bursting ball of fire,
And she begun to see her dried up scars,
She flowed with the quick clouds,
Dancing with the breezy wind,
The orange glow warmed her green tinted skin,
And her life was slowly being thinned,
As her eyes were close to done,
She saw the sun give a radiantly jump,
The beauty was more than enough,
It had ended her long lasting slump.
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