Anthology

Strike the match.
Slowly release it from your grip.
Let it hit the ground and topple,
Like dropping an ink pen on the hard floor. Watch the horizon in front of you.

Watch as the grass before your eyes starts to smoke and catch the flame. The fire is engulfing the landscape. It rages at the trees,

Wrapping their roots in its wrath.

The field is blazing,
completely consumed with a red-orange fury.
It glows fiercely in your eyes as you stare.
The glare on your face grows
as you turn to walk away.
The firestorm you started ignites the entire scene.