A Forest Like This

Red mushrooms glow and glisten in the darkness that has been painted over the skies,

Twinkling stars aren’t as happy and bright as fireflies,

Trees are tall and coated with thick bark and have beautiful pink flower petals,

I wonder just how this forest isn’t burning and hot like kettles,

The soft voice of the pristine water is rushing through the waterfall,

A magically perfect forest is something I’d like to call, 

Bushes have ripe and new berries that are waiting to pop with flavour in your mouth, 

Small ripples form in the flowing water, telling me that the cool breeze is coming South,

This is a forest that all animals would love to always be in,

But the chances that this is not a dream are thin,

In reality it’s forest like this,

The fire burns and roars up higher to the blood red sky like they are going to kiss,

Those tall trees I once loved were glowing hot and red like fresh, new glass being made,

Those happy little faces on the wildlife I once knew suddenly fade,

A strong putrid smell of ashes and smoke that I won’t miss haven’t fled,

Faint ringing wails of sirens are rushing through my ears and are messing with my head,

My round eyes take in the dreadful scene of the bright, blinding fire and I feel weak, 

Tears slowly fall hot and heavy down across my reddening burnt cheek,

There really shouldn’t be a forest like this.