Forest Fire

Clouds cover the sky, as if a black veil was Layed on the sun.
The wind stops the hum, to show them

Its the end of the fun.

Rivers' tears flow, holding hands - 

With the sea.

And the trees bow to the ground,

Still unsure of what it could be.

The silence is broken as a leaf - 

Hits the muddy path. Realisation hits

Them as if a plane fell on a giraffe.

Rain begins to fall, first slow then

A big crash - 

Trying to escape their fears,

As fast as they can dash.

The orange go, leaving blue behind,

Searching for dry grass, to feed its kind.

The rain pounds heavier,

Nowhere to disappear.

The flames die with a swish, 

But before: it gives a last kiss. 

The dead violet gets blown away - 

And that was the flame's last wish.