All too soon
By Joshua L
Trees burning like matches
A faint orange glow, shrouded in smoke
The smell of timber, placing a trance on my nose
Koalas, fearful for their life, flee
Birds scatter in the sky
The flames spread, no longer contained to the trees
The forest burns like gasoline
Too soon are critters fried
The casualties are high
Not of people
But of animals
As the sun rises
The flames quenched
But this is not the end