Fresh, a green leaf quivers,
Like a dew drop on the end of a branch,
Like a tear, just barely holding on to the tip of someone's nose,
Like a newborn's life, tipping in between life, and everlasting death.
Suddenly the leaf becomes still as a statue.
A burst of bright flames overtook the green innocence.
The heat crept forward enveloping the thin twig that held the leaf's life.
The fiery essence raged over the branches, leaves and trunk.
Turning everything it touched into a charcoaled piece of devastated art.