Embers in the night

The burns cut deep into the trees that we live in.

The night sky is ablaze with colour as I cower in fear

Things dont seem to be getting better.

I may be small 

I may be weak

But hey I'm still here.

As flames burn the trees,

white-hot flames flicker through ferocious yellow into burnt orange.

The ash burns into my inky eyes 

As the clouds cover the skies.

I may not be the best at running 

I may be fragile

But, hey, I know how to climb

The trees were my home

Now they’re just a place I used to feel safe in

The sky was falling as my world caved in

And that's when I knew my species was wearing thin

My soft white belly rumbles with hunger

I search the barren plains for green plum and bush apple

Nothing for miles

The ash falls slow as I close my eyes, praying for a saviour.