Each petal flickered and danced in the wind
Which pushed it along as it began to consume
All other flowers as the green would now rescind
Replaced by the growing blaze, its fiery tomb
Smoke rising, a final memoir to the slain
Reinforcements were ushered in by the breeze
Urgently sending out an arsenal of damp rain
Falling from the sky, exploding them with ease
Leaving ashy corpses to rest below the stars
Time the caretaker comes to bury their remains
Screams and tears now of the forgotten scars
Upon the scorched land, a bud of green reigns
The cycle is now once again begun
When will we ask, when will it be done?
We are humans, writing the same stories
Just with different words
Same tears, same blood