I am always here in these green fieldsMature

I am always here in these green fields, waiting for the sky to split open and spit you out, spill you out at my feet like some heavenly apology for all the times it swallowed you up. Thunderclouds bring me messages but never the letters I have in mind, only warnings and omens of how black this soil will be when I’ve finished making my demands. I will burn everything down to get you back, turn it all to cinders and smoke that the city people will be able to see from their penthouse windows. 
Just another fire raging in the distance.
But I am more than just a spark and flame. I will burn for eons to come. The stars will sputter out in the presence of my light.

The End

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