The Field is on Fire

[Kriven]

The Field is on Fire

The field is on fire!
The field is on fire!
Oh boy! Oh boy!
The field is on fire!
The flowers are burning
So warm and snuggly.
Their petals are toasting,
Their stems are roasting,
and the smells are so,
so,
sweet.

Such a sight
Such beauty
Such grace!
The way it dances from grass to tree.
The way it lights the night
as though it were the sun.
I enjoy these flames
And the tapestry they weave.
But then I remember,
With the matches in my hand,
That I am the artist.

[jsnowdon]

I really enjoyed this poem! You showed the other side of something which was really refreshing, and it was nice to see that you could describe something that most people see as destructive as something that's actually quite beautiful and mesmerizing. I really enjoyed the ending, because it was so surprising. I would hope that you wouldn't actually set fire to a field though, but I thought it was a very interesting thing to write about!

[Kriven]

:3 Thanks for the comments! ^_^ I'm glad you found it to be an interesting read Means I succeeded in my goal

[toby]

This is like something the Joker would write. I love it. ^_^