Golden flames

The white spotted leaves on the trees sway as the wind rushes past the wind can fly but I will not as the sky goes a pinkish orangeish sunset my thoughts run round the world like the running sky the trees sway and the leaves fly I wonder where I belong the tears fall and the sky grows dark the soft earthy soil and the golden flowers under my feet I feel free but I'm scared to wonder how long till they're gone bushfires burn the trees and smoke fills the air I see the fire I am not scared I am brave I yell for help I save the day.