Driven by wind,
Flames on both sides,
Creek only refuge,
Animals of all types and sizes
Stampede in a fearful onslaught,
So painful to even imagine,
Rabbits, bears, antelopes, wolves and man,
Sworn enemies, willing to kill one another,
All share and shiver in the frigid, but safe waters of the creek.
How did it start?
Or by man’s careless touch?
Doesn’t matter now.
Safety is the only thought,
Right away, man, in his infinite conceit,
Herd’s the animals,
But they, with their natural instincts know better and rebuke man.
The fire has reached its crescendo
Nowhere left to burn
And the creek ends at a waterfall.
The animals scatter, man sits and ponders,
“Did my carelessness create this?”
“Could I have prevented the devastation?”
“Of course I could have, thinks man;
As, “I AM MAN!”