Two Sides of The Same Coin

The fire dances with the trees, 

With no stopping, it spreads.

A horrific sight, indeed.

In the wake of this inferno, 

It leaves memories and love in ruins. 

With smoke clinging to the air,

Unbreathable in this despair. 

Miles away, the cold clings to the breeze.

Snow covers land it shouldn't; now misled.

This icy storm travels with speed,

Contradicting everything we know. 

The snow; a sly, alarming illusion,

Though it appears there’s no signs of despair, 

With clean, breathable air.  

Half the land is covered in fire,

The other, in ice.

Neither bring comfort to knowing minds.

Two sides of the same coin,

They are. 

Both bring a warning of what’s to come.

Warning soon we will be too late if we do not–

Listen to the land’s cry. 

Listen to the sizzling fire, that’s taken so much. 

Listen to the icy silence in places it should not be.

Do not ignore either side, thinking it meaningless.