Natural

Dragons dance across the campfire,

flames flicker as it they’re breathing,

wood cracks and crumbles under the inferno

as dark smoke rises starkly into the sky.

Waves wash white foam onto the beach shore,

seagulls sail across the horizon,

tides recede and return with a force

as the storm surge hits the levies.

The geyser gushes out a gale of water,

tourists tell of its fanaticism,

leaves light up the woods with a fiery flare

as the ground bubbles and boils like broth.

Written in during the autumn of 2017