The forest is lush, the forest is green

The sun rays beat down trying not to be mean.


On the ground lies a bottle shattered in pieces. 

The rays from before now shine through the glass, and


There starts a fire growing quite fast.

Fire whooshes from tree to tree


As animals around begin to flee.

The fires fury is begining to calm, but


The flaming red glow and the feel of the heat,

Could never compare to the flames horrid beat. 


Ash is the only thing you can smell

As a once lovely forest has turned into hell.


The fire goes out and the forest's at rest, but 

It's left sadness and chaos behind in its wake,


As a thousand small critters shiver and shake.