Forest Fire

There will come trees standing freely,

fruit hanging from the branches ideally

And the wind will ruffle through the leaves

people will rejoice in the sound as they perceive

The trees bountiful fruit; apples and pears galore

as children dance around with anything but abhor.

And then a blazing red stream of a man's own doing;

the cries and sounds of the children misconstruing.

Flames dancing, a pulchritudinous yet ghastly appearance

as the fire destroys life in an abounding clearance.

A building was soon built from the ashes and debris,

perhaps a store or a home for you or for me.