The air thickened,
and the humidity increased,
making it difficult to breath .
Smoke arose in the sky,
overcasting the clouds,
so that nothing was to be seen.
Road closures emerged,
and caused havoc,
with emergency procedures in place.
I stood on a hill just past my house,
and yelled to the trees,
“Stop, stop burning!
Can’t you see!?”
Enraged now, I continued
“ You will soon reach my home,
and burn right through me!”
With a gust of air,
and a loud breeze,
the trees spoke up,
“Are you seeking,
to speak to me?
If so, what is it that I have done,
for which you are blaming me?”
“It is you, who is responsible,
for this ghost town,
where you hear no laughter no more,
no Robins chirping,
no school bell ringing,
no horns honking.
Yet, you ask me,
what it is you have done?”
I respond with the flames still,
blazing behind me.
The trees spoke up once again,
but this time to silence me.
“I did not set fire within me,
but look within yourself,
and question why you do not see,
the cigarette within your hand,
with which you speak to me.”
Immediately looking down,
seeking to justify myself,
I put out the small blaze,
only for my home to be burnt down hours later,
with that very same blaze.