fire season

in the silent forest
trees keep watch
silent sentries
unable to warn
as their gaze rests
on a spark
a speck compared to
their towering heights
yet imbued with power
an impish breeze passes
kisses the spark passionately
the flames burst out
child of wind and flare
the ancient trees quiver
as fire consumes
in moments the stately stand
becomes a pyre
the green growth of years
destroyed by a flicker