Forest Fire
By Isabella F
In the forest, where flowers usually bloom,
And there’s not a single speck of gloom,
Was struck with a forest fire
The fire grew, higher and higher.
The forest barely has any remains,
Just a few sad and gloomy stains.
The plants are gone, there is no wild,
Although the fire that’s left is mild.
The trees are charred,
The entrance to the forest is barred,
The animals are gone,
Though some came back after dawn.
The fire hit the forest, just like a knife,
Though new plants are blooming, it’s a cycle of life.