Island trapped and hidden in smoke as the hills burn and come tumbling down.
Human folly, nature is the price, the sun burning down onto the burning forests and the running creatures
Those who couldn’t make it out on time.
It feels heavy and sad.
The lights of the city overthrown by the lights of the fires.
It burns, she’s burning and we set her alight.
Does anyone else hear the screams? Is it just me?
I want to help her, ankles chained to the desolation caused by being human.
By being made a part of the consumption machine.
Wishing endlessly to be free of it,
But such a dream is never to be realised, so I whisper silent wishes for those affected
And hope she can recover once we’ve been long gone.
Because it’s all I can hope for.
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