Fire

Burnt ashes
Tumbling in warm wind
Mournful crows scavenging
But what is left?
Just destruction found here.
A forest once filled with sounds silent
A lone tree bent with the worries of the past now
Scorched skin
Shame
Ebony surrounds it
Empty
Anger
The lone tree raises its voice
Why? It cries.
Why do you do this?
Too hoarse to cry now
So it sings of its agony, a harsh screech, its anger, a long groan
The wind roars
The tree creaks
Aggression
Roots strangling
Threatening
Nothing to lose now, home gone, friends gone
Murderer strides through the barren land
Gives a last pain filled havoc-wreaked groan and falls
Black as death
Good for nothing now
Too weak
Kindling for a fire