The golden hills of California burn red with wildfires. Raging across the landscape, consuming all in its path. The flames swallow up wildlife, leaving behind scorched scenes of devastation; still smoking, blackened as a fish on a Cajun grill. Eventually, life springs back as flora and fauna find a foothold in the wake of destruction. Until the next time.
Nicely detailed. I love the “blackened as a fish on a Cajun grill” – I wouldn’t have put that together with forest fire, but it is an apt metaphor. Nice alliteration on flora/fauna/find/foothold – adds a bit of lightness to the subject matter, just as the regrowth after the fire brings ‘lightness’ back to the forest.