The Blazing Cry

It’s a monster eating trees, slow yet powerful,

Bright orange takes over the blue sky,

The smokey aroma fills the atmosphere,

Burnt. Burnt. Burnt.

Devouring anything in its crisp, arid land,

I see the last bit of nature, fall to its death,

At least I know I’ve tried my best,

Blaze. Blaze. Blaze.

The monster jumps and leaps from one place to another,

Trees turn to ash, and my patience ticks,

Everything is burnt, even a tiny stick,

Run. Run. Run.

Finally, it’s slowly dying out,                                            

Bright blue, spreads across the clouds,

Victory is here, we should be proud,

Safe. Safe. Safe.