Inferno

My home is destroyed

Mother is stressed

I feel horrible

And the opposite of blessed

Where are all my leaves?

I’m bare

As bare as the axeman’s head

Mother is joining me in my misery

Wait no

Mother is

Dead

How will I go on?

How will I stay strong?

How?

When I feel as low as a fox’s den

Now I am isolated

Now I dread

The fire is creeping forward

And it will quickly spread