Power Lines

There are major fires burning all around me-

all motivated by the forceful winds.

The ominous ashes engulf the sky,

The Sun is not visible.

Is this the end?

The winds howl like a wolf

divided from the pack.

The sky is red,

bleeding away its tears of pain.

Is this the end?

The trees move frantically

from side to side.

and over the hills-

The Flames dance peeking over mountain tops.

The wind, the wind.

Is this the end?