When a wildfire starts
it looks pretty
harmless,
flashing flames
consuming deadened crops
and useless grasses
useful, really,
the wildfire
there's a certain beauty
in destruction
it's only when it's too late
I see the danger
run too fast
trip too much
my shoelaces start
to smolder
I climb a lonely tree
and wonder if
it'll be enough
you are mine.
began as innocent
pretty, mesmerizing
and it's too late
to run
I tripped too much
until I fell too hard
I pray you won't consume me
but I know you probably will.