Burning - Poem

Chapter 1: Poem

Burning

The oil spills,

Dry wheat from mills,

Help it catch on fire.

And all I know,

Is where to go,

As it spreads on higher.

I stop to stare,

Back over there,

Watching all the trees.

I start to think,

And then I blink,

And fall down to my knees.

I see the birds,

And all the bees,

Flying from the trees.

I saw the pond,

I saw the fawn,

And then my own eyes blurred.

It made me cry,

To see her die,

Though I could not look away.

It was so sad,

I felt so bad,

that they had gone that way.