We run to the bay and 

Wait for the fire

To expire 

Blood red no heads

The trees are all burnt black

Nothing is left just ash and smoke

 

The fire spreads through my roots

Spreading through the ground

Reaching others roots

 

I was brown but now I frown

As I burn down into the ground

Now all that's left is my ashes as 

The kids who once ran past and around me

Now are gone never I am going to experience it again.