By Mia Hanuska
at first you couldn’t tell
couldn’t tell the flare from a reflection
despite creating the infection
couldn’t tell the flames chorused
throughout my myrtle forest
it smelled so sweet, so clean
how could you know it wasn’t really serene?
then you couldn’t douse it
couldn’t stop the racing flames
it wasn’t like any of your games
it looked so pretty; blazed so bright
how could you know i wasn’t alright?
now you can’t save it
can’t take ashes and build anew
“it happened so quick, so fast!”
now that forest is left in the past