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