It’s been raining fireballs for weeks now,
Crimson red, bright orange with golden streaks,
Filling my sparkling eyes with awe, reflecting its glitter,
A rare occurrence of worth in our small, hidden town.
With no clouds to enshroud, disrupting the view,
The sky overflows with the sun’s hot piercing rays,
Setting the ever-wandering air molecules in motion, super-charged,
Enchanting the viewer, an impressive sight to behold.
The land turns red with boiling sand,
Sprinkled all over with sparkling, burning spangles,
And clumps of dark soot like shiny black pearls
Adorn the grassy fields, turning the plain into a magical land.
But as I look up and stare at the vast emptiness,
Scanning its domain from horizon to horizon,
Searching for this blazing wonder’s origin and path,
Wondering what lies undiscovered in the mysterious beyond,
I am dumbstruck by the revelation much to my surprise,
As I hold a green organic matter in my hand with crumbling edges, that
It is not from the outer space, hitching a ride with a passing asteroid,
But from the nearby forest, its emerald treasures looted
And camouflaged in brilliant scarlet flame
Smuggled out of its woody fortress, its guard having brought down,
In bunches and pieces, torn and carried afar by the blowing wind.