Orange flames lick at a dawn sky
The wind howls
As newly green trees bow to kiss the ground
We stand watching
When we know we should fall
Cupping my hand around yours
We stare at our home burning
Rain starts pouring from the sky
Like salty tears fall from our eyes
Soon the ash and rain will mix
Creating an artificial cement
Trapping what is left of our lives inside
As the raging flames are quieted
So are we |