Burning, the trees all around me
The place I once called my home
Engulfed in flames
No longer my own
The sky above is orange ablaze
I'm surrounded by walls of flames
There's no escape
I look around for help
I can't see anything, no way out
Trying to find my mother
She hasn't come for me yet
Did she leave without me?
I'm stumbling around
I find my mother, her lungs inflamed
I breathe in my last breath of toxic smoke
And fall upon the fallen Oak
I'm with my mother now
We've escaped
I lay with her
In our final resting place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry well articulated and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing, Gabriella.