Branches of a tree cast shadows onto the ground,
A bird nest sat across the dilapidated branches,
Birds fleeing the branch yet always coming back, homebound,
And as the early sunrise came, the birds and tree were ashes.

**"FOREST FIRE! FOREST FIRE!" I would yell,
Stumbling on those words since I was six years old,
Waiting for mum to come back home with a farmiliar smell,
But come nightfall I am without anyone to hold.

The early bird catches the worm,
Well momma left early and came back home,
So as the worms continue to squirm,
We never got the chance to roam.

Momma came back home to an empty nest,
Where the birds were caught in flames,
Existing in their own torturous hell.