The Black Summer

Up in my tree

I finally see

The fatal black ash

Surrounding me.

The deadly red spires

Who greatly require

Fuel to grow bigger,

Stronger, higher.

Burning all trees

That stands in its path

The poor animal crawling

Desperate…Helpless…

The men with hoses

Had just arrived

Saving the animals

Who wouldn’t survive.

The black summer

A story of survival, 

Deprival, revival.