Flame's Eyes
By Charlotte A
Burnt trees fall to the ground,
I can hear a crackling sound,
Ashes spread,
In flames of red,
The fire is coming,
Should I be running?
People say goodbye to what used to be their house,
Everyone as silent as a mouse,
Sky’s painted red,
No one knows what’s coming ahead,
The smoky air hard to breathe,
The people around all but seethe,
People not knowing,
The wind blowing,
Sparks fly,
Flames grow high,
The flame's eyes,
The fire defies,
What used to be a blue sky.