Just one campfire, so weak and small,
Can cause such damage over all.
This great forest, so vast and green,
Yet turned so black and looking mean.
A cup of water, not enough,
To stop the heat in ashes tough.
Put out the fire now, before
That fire does grow, more and more.
A little fire can grow fast,
And leaves nothing but black at last.
Destruction comes and terror too,
There’s little left and that is true.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.