The Fire, The Flood. (For Woodland Hills & Elk Ridge)

The people, the people, the good, good people
saw it.
Saw the sky, it filled with smoke at first
...naught but a trickle from this side...
but beyond the cusp of the mountain top
a blazing, burning, heaping beast of flame
devouring all the woods and green,
and threatening to eat all you see
on the hillside, the beloved mountain scene.

The people, the people, the good, good people
left their homes in exodus,
because
The sirens blared across their city.
The orange and the red, you see,
they licked their way closer.

And the people, the people, the good, good people,
For weeks, removed,
relocated,
displaced.

The people, the people, the good, good people
are now, at last, after fire's retreat
home again.

But nay... the people, the people, the good good people
and their neighbors
fill up and wall up the sandbags,
because the water from an ocean's storm
beats west across the stateside sky
flaunting floodgates of water over fires' trail,
to turn ash and gray to mud and brown
and now, instead of burning's threat,
a slide, slide, slide...
...crashing through the copse of what was once green,
and once again, the homes at the hands
of nature's threat.

The people, the people, the good, good people
We pray for you and pray the storm
retreats again
to leave you to your homes
in peace
after this war of fire and flood.