On the breeze, I smell a million trees.
A beautiful bouquet that sets me at ease.
Fond campfire memories on some warm summers eves.
But thoughts betray, the news of the day.
North wildfires rage, through Canada they carelessly stray.
Cruel ruinous play, consuming everything in their way.
Southward smoke drifts, floating fog comes and sits.
Engulfed in haze, the cities taken by blitz.
Sweet smelling mists fill breaths with forest bits.