Waves of Fire

The faint breeze of flames 

shuffles up 

and up the hill.

I hear the inky waves of fire 

dribbling down the high ground to me.

I feel the acrid smoke 

gripping my veins 

as it lulls me to sleep.

Ashes fall down 

and down

as the trees melt beside me.

I hear the savage water 

prancing around 

chasing the fire away 

and away.

It sprays heat on oak wood, 

covering them with black graffiti paint.

Once a forest 

Now it is gone.

Later, the others start to dawn.