The world is ignited
Like a forgotten cigar
The skies are orange
We can’t continue the way we are
Our air is smoking
How will we be able to breathe?
Our trees are burning
What will shade the ground underneath?
You might feel pretty innocent
It’s not you who threw a match at the wood
It’s not all about what hit directly
It’s more about how you treat your neighborhood
The wildfires will consume what is in their path
Rolling flames travel up to 14 miles an hour
Although they are classified as natural disasters
Don’t underestimate the man’s harsh power
Only around 10 to 15 percent occur naturally
The rest are all man-made
With fuel, oxygen, and a heat source
The fire has no reason to be tamed
People have to run away
From their home to be sheltered
Can you imagine leaving
The land that you treasured
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Thank you for reading. This poem was originally published on Medium.