It's cloudy, chilly out. The skies are full of clouds, different hues of grays. Mists of rain here and there, a bit of downpour at times.
   The day is full of gloom, like a wilted flower, the petals slowly floating down till there's no more to fall and an empty stem remains...
   Then there's the chill of the air, like an icy lick to the skin, like a reminder of death and life...
   I want to taste the sweetness of the bliss, of the sunshine I miss, the moonlight and the embers that light up the skies.
   But the budding flames are starting to rise and it's starting to dance through the fallen branches like a hungry beast, and as it eats the ground, the flames grow. 
And now it licks the bottom of the trees like a memory come to haunt, and it comes to burn the life, it comes to steal the strength.
   And now it rages, it hisses and crackles, slithering around and up the trees like a snake through limbs and leaves swallowing it whole...
   The flames they rise as if trying to kiss the skies and while the Ravens flee to hide, does their bellies burn beneath. Oh they cry as they fly, but they make it through the flames...
   The clouds they darken, the skies they clap and they rumble, blackness hovers above the flames, lightning strikes a war with the flames.
   The winds the blow and they scream like a horror woman's scream, until the skies start to weep, until the heavens cry in defeat.
   The flames fight the pouring rain, rain like hammers to the ground, lightning striking all around, thunder rumbling a deafening sound.
   Oh the flames they try, but they fail to rise as the skies weep and they cry, slowly do they subside, slowly do they die.
   Now that the flames have died, the skies no longer cry. Now left with mud and ash but hope still lingers at last, a tiny green peeks through, budding bright showing proof, there's life amongst the ash...
   Smile for me...