The Fire

I see silhouettes of people in red All I can hear is the screams of the trees I run as fast as I can to the shed My body is shaking, oh memories A long orange car drives by and I yell help The car halts and someone runs towards me I am quickly picked up as the shed melts Now I seek quiet amongst the debris The heat has now absorbed the land I have feelings of fear and discomfort I wish this was a dream I could disband The people next to me have suffered For now we have left the fire I hope that my story will inspire