Hear the crackling of falling branches in the forest this morning
The scent of smoke hangs over all life amongst the stately trees
There is the fierce sound of flames rushing towards the pockets of air
Arousing a kind of hush that allows the blaze to take center stage
Faintly in the distance the sound of fleeing feet can be discerned
Madly escaping the impending doom of Nature’s destruction
Why am I not running too?
© Carol Campbell 2015