If Life Was Like a Poem

Efface

And here, with the last flicker of the last ember and the sun disappearing over the horizon, our story ends.
Orange splashed against the greenery of the trees.
A fire lit by us.

turn away the forest
burn down the mighty tree
rip up earth and rock
disturb the raging sea
flee those innocent beasts
hunt them to the ends
stomp upon their homeland
create enemies of friends
break the peace of sun
cloud the sky of blue
destroy the days of past
that had only lead to you
however fire dies
and time will come to pass
where the flames no longer rage
and the last ember flickers fast
you've chopped the final tree
and nature's finally gone
so step back and see the canvas
of the painting you have drawn
stare at the vastness
of the land murdered