'Wild' Fire

The sound of crickets as loud as an orchestra fill the night

Swaying in the wind, seeing the sight

The breeze flows through my leaves

Through the mist I hear the voices

‘LIES’, ‘TRUTH’, ‘DECIEVES’

The fires slowly creep closer

Smoke blocking the map of stars

What a horror for a tree of my stature,

No place to run, no place to hide…

Just a tree in a burning field full of clover

This is what death feels like

Wheezing, desperation

Every breath, a new spike

That makes my lungs its home

What a way to die, utter humiliation

The wildfires took the whole forest away,

The reassuring sounds of crickets are long gone

The looks of dismay,

As they point the blame

To anyone other than the con