The Last Hope

A forest fire rages from the cackling laugh of embers

So hot that even aluminum shrinks into flattened bark

Ashes litter the ground, soot in the air

And the smell of life caught in a chaos

Sickening and fading

Echoes unheard through the roaring of the flames

Screaming to save the last seed

So that one day in what will be barren

Will come the first tree

And all the hope we will ever need

© The Sad Owl