Fire poem (in the style of emily dickinson)

Im worried for a fire waiting, solemn
On the horizon, calmly spouting smoke
The back and forth of Natures jaunty slolem
Dosnt seem, to me, to be a joke!

But fire comes and goes and so does growth
Of future tinder freshly to be burned.
Did you know, mostly water is in smoke?
As is in plants before, to smoke, they're turned

And smoke clouds often gather into rainclouds
So pyrocumulonimbus rain down lightning
And more fires begin, the sky to shroud
Drawing those who do the dangerous fighting

Inactive in my house I sit and worry
While miles away Miss Nature does her work
In cycles we must always go, so hurry!
Make peace with it Before you're in the dirt!