what had already been done

The crunching of the leaves beneath my feet my sunburnt body aches. These temperatures are rising and the flames have staked their place.

The fierce orange wall is growing taller with every piece of ash. People pack their bags, stay or defend, they pull down their flags. Cars block up the highway like smoke to our lungs. You squint as the smoke and flecks of ash go into your dusky tired eyes. The smoke consumes you, these blazes are growing taller than the black sky above. The thick wall of red and yellow, a wall you can't ever tame as this wall will never leave this wall is here to stay. You can't defend this, the fires are too strong and the smoke is killing.  These fiery beasts encase us trying to erase from the existence of this world leaving us in traces of ash and dust, in this smoke-covered land. The world is engulfed by flames like we did to forests long before.