Flames Poem by Fiona Kennedy

Fire is burning all around,
With no one there to hear a sound,
The flickering flames are free to roam,
And can only be killed by a sea of foam.

The snap, the crackle and a resounding blast,
The fire is spreading lightning fast,
No one is there to see it burn,
And no wind can make it turn.

Trees fall down in a monstrous crash,
Leaving in its wake a field of ash,
The fire pays no mercy to a single speck,
It makes sure to obliviate every fleck.

I’m the fire, and the fire is me,
Destroy all boundaries so I can be free.