As I walk through the meadow
The clouds begin to boil over
Trying to make my way back home
A place I haven’t been in an age
No matter where I run
The lightening crashes
Falling all around
Destroying all that is near
As if I were some lightening rod
As the field catches spark
I run to stay ahead
Pumping my legs as fast as I can go
As the flames slowly pull ahead
I look into the distance
And see it encircle my path
With nowhere left to run
Nowhere to hide
I lay myself down on the grass
And prepare to embrace
The coming warmth
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