While the forest is burning
I might say I'm okay
But the longer I stay
The sky turns more gray
I do not suffer from the heat
My mind is at full content
The fires are quite frequent
I do not smell the scent
You may have some questions
But to make you feel better
I'll give you something to consider
While the air grows thicker
I determine the meaning
As the flames roar higher
I'm not a human being
I am the wildfire
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A formal hello to you! This is an old poem I wrote a while ago. It delivers a cool perspective, so I didn't want to delete it or keep it drafted. Anyway, I tweaked it a bit and here you go!
- MutedManiac (Zay)
