My Second Home

Every holiday we make the journey, to a place that allows me to think
To pause and reflect, I look at the brilliantly red and orange sky
Before I know it the orange and red turns to blue and black
Out of the darkness you see a clear light, shining bright,
The clean fresh air in my face 
I wonder how lucky I am to find this tree

But as spring goes, I have to go, 
But this place is always my second home

As summer comes, I will go back to the place where I call my home 
Instead of the fresh breeze and sunset in view,
What do I come back to?
A bright yellow and orange devil destroying my home, destroying everything in its way
As I hear the animals scream in pain, I see the fear within their eyes
The fire was sizzling like a snake, with flames going as high as the clouds
As I breathe in the black smoke, I start to feel my lungs corrupt,
Coughing every second.

As the orange devil goes down,
I see everything becomes pitch black, from the  air to the trees, 
I felt shivers go down my spine, all the memories start to fade, 
My second home was gone,
Devoured by hungry flames, that ranged and couldn’t be fed enough,
Eating up all around it,
My place, My memories, My second home.