Joy and Fear
By Hanna B
Published 28 September 2023
A flock of birds
swoop swoop swoop
My feet touch the ground
crunch crunch
Flowing of water, tumble and turn
A beat of a heart
thump
Smooth bark along my hands
Turn to grey, heart and mind
A hurdle of fire crashes down
Limited birds call
My feet black and sore
Dripping water sources
A call of cries for help and more
Bark black, hands dry
cry cry cry
Smells of ash, char and smoke
A small world crashing down
bye bye bye