Release

If a tree burned to the ground and no one is around, is it still dead?

The flames lick the trunk,
As they rise higher,
As they grow hotter,
Engulfing the tree,
In a hard embrace,
The tree lets out a scream,
A scream of pain,
Piercing through the calm night,
As it breaks with release,
From the world as it knew it.

Author's Note

Flames...