I heard you laugh
as the match scratched my bark
but you were gone
when the wind kissed the spark

as the flame grew
you found another tree
to start a new fire
never looking back at the debris

I cried to the stars and moon
screaming ‘I’m not alright’
but no one believed me
until they saw the grove alight

now your fun is over
tired of these disputes
you try to leave
but stumble on our roots

because the forest is ablaze
you gasp for air but only choke
you can outrun the flames
but you can’t escape the smoke

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