Burn

Dew drops drip from dainty dandelions. 
The canopies as tall as Mount Everest. 
The moist but dense undergrowth lay at the of the busy forest. 
The stridulation from crickets beat at me. 
I can feel the freedom sailing out of me. 

Flicker, flicker - flicker, flicker. 
The blood coloured flames rise, trapping every animal on the tree tops. 
The raging fire burning everything in its path, it won’t let me escape. 
The smoke blurring my sight. 
The flakes of burning ashes float down on to my skin. 
The fire cackles like a clown.