A lightning strike tore me asunder
A glimpse of nature’s violence
The calm pierced by a jagged light
It only lasted a moment
But the breath caught in my lungs
As if I thought it struck me
But no, it struck my favourite tree
The ancient oak sparked into flame
In one moment, things could never be the same
I stared in disbelief as the flames bloomed
Like a savage plant that winds its glowing tendrils
Around the host that sustains it, the tree chokes
I see my past go up in flames
The girl that once sat under it, disappearing in the smoke
She was me, and now she is no more.
Written by Miss Wren
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