The one that is left

The impaired trees stand alone 

Wind whispering to them all 

Blazes scorching them to ashes 

Back burning to halt carnage

While they gradually rise

They stand unattended 

The wind gossips to them

Saying they aren’t alone 

They all becoming snags 

The smoke creating its path

The taste of ash produces its move

It won't be the equal again

The loss of others, now alone